â€œOh shit, she’s doing it again.”  â€œWatch out, Alexis is going back to her old ways.”  â€œThere goes Alexis Staggs complaining about everything again.”  

Hahahaha.  You people seriously make me laugh.  Like, a lot.  Think what you want about my attitude and everything I said at Inception, but I can assure all of you that I’m feeling better than I have in a long time.  And everything I have said since Inception has nothing to do with complaining, but everything to do with feeling one hundred percent confident in the direction I’m heading.

You see, I don’t give a shit that I had to beat Aphrodite.  In fact, I quite enjoyed it.  Maybe I was mad at first, but that was before I saw the bigger picture.  And the bigger picture is that, whether I like it or not, I’m more than likely going to have to bust my ass harder than anyone else if I want to get anywhere in this company, because...that’s how it SHOULD be.  I mean, I could go around begging for a title shot here or there, but I’m not Jessie Salco.  Oops...I hope boss man Mark Ward isn’t reading this.  He may take that the wrong way.  Even though it’s one hundred percent truth.

My words at Inception were only just a taste of what is to come.  Some people may agree with me.  The majority probably won’t, but do you think I give a shit?  Hell no.  I’m going to say what I want, when I want.  I’m going to unleash everything I’ve got against every damn opponent they put up against me.  I feel that damn good.  I feel that confident.

So what changed?  Well, not a lot really.  I will admit that since my stint in rehab and working on my anger issues and such, I have been a different person, but the last few weeks?  Some shit went down that could have potentially set me back...big time.  Some complicated bullshit that none of you see on camera tested everything I worked so hard for, and it very nearly ruined everything.  But it didn’t.  

And it all happened just one week before Inception…

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January 15th
An Early Homecoming Surprise…
Tim and Alexis Staggs Home
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I wasn’t expecting to be back home in Vegas until sometime Monday, but I managed to talk Austin into letting me off the hook just this once.  It wasn’t easy, but I have a feeling he’s going to put me through the ringer for that one on my next trip to Atlanta.  Oh well, that doesn’t matter right now.  All that matters is that I want to go home and surprise Tim...my husband...in our new home.  He doesn’t know I’m coming home this morning.  I told Jordan last night during a conversation last night, but she doesn’t talk to Tim so I know she won’t say a word.

I was anxious the whole flight back to Las Vegas.  I knew travelling back and forth to Atlanta was part of this deal with Austin and Angel, but it’s been harder to deal with since Tim and I got married.  I mean...we haven’t even had a proper honeymoon.  Not that either of us is complaining, but I’m hoping after Inception we’ll be able to take at least the week off and go somewhere.  I’m sure Jordan won’t like it, but I’ll make her understand.  

Before the cab driver even pulls up in front of my house, I’m digging in my pocket for some cash.  When he stops I quickly hand him the bills and tell him to keep the change.  I don’t even know for sure how much I just gave him, but I don’t care.  I’m too happy to be home to even care so I grab my bag and get out of the car.  He drives off a few moments later and I run up the driveway and to the front door.  I’m a little surprised to find that the door isn’t locked, but I think nothing of it as I head inside.

Lex: Tim?!  Babe?!  I’m home!!

I shouldn’t really expect any response.  He’s probably still sleeping.  I drop my keys on the table against the wall and hang my jacket up.  I smile wickedly as I realize this is going to turn into the perfect wake up call.  I start to make my way down the hall towards our bedroom, but stop dead in my tracks as I’m about to pass our large living room.  Something catches my eye so I turn to see something that really gets my blood boiling.  I stare towards the couch where Tim is passed out cold, but he’s not alone.  Celeste is right there with him, her hair a complete mess, but the kicker?  She’s not wearing a god damn shirt and Tim’s arm is draped around her!  I’m frozen where I stand, staring at the two of them and my hands are clenched tightly at my sides and I can almost feel my knuckles turning white.  

This...this can’t be happening.  I tell myself there has to be some sort of plausible explanation for this.  But there really isn’t.  It’s all adding up now and as much as I refused to believe that they would do this to me, the fact that I found Celeste’s panties in Tim’s gym bag and now found them together is proof enough.  

I take a step closer to the couch, but then stop myself.  My hands are at my side, shaking as the rage is building inside me and I’m tempted to just scream at the top of my lungs and wake the both of them up, but I can’t.  I can’t even say a single word as I just stare at the two of them.  On my couch!  In my house!  I unclench my fists and bring my hands up to my head, pulling at my hair.  Tim and I...we had a deal.  This open relationship would only work as long as the both of us were completely honest from the start.  Tim has known about Jordan from the get go, but this?  This just pisses me off because I now have solid proof that Tim and Celeste...my husband and my best friend...went behind my back and did this.  And in my house!

I can’t deal with this right now.  I’ll have to deal with it later, so I turn and rush out of the room not even bothering to wake either of them even though I wanted nothing more than to drag Celeste out of the bed by her hair and call her out on this shit.  But I don’t.  There’s only one place I need to be right now and only one person I know will calm me down.  And that’s Jordan.

Before I’m even out the door I call myself another cab and I have to wait outside for the driver to arrive.  I’m still so mad that I’m shaking and when the driver finally pulls up, I rush over to the car and give the driver the address to Jordan’s apartment...my old apartment...and I tell him to step on it.  He just grins at me before doing what I tell him as he speeds off down the street.

The whole drive to the apartment, my leg won’t stop fidgeting and I can’t stop replaying the picture over in my head of Tim and Celeste together.  I’m sure they’ll try to deny it once I confront them on it, which pisses me off more, but I try not to think about it right now.  I just want to be with Jordan.  

About ten minutes later the driver pulls up outside the apartment building and I pass him a few bills and get out of the backseat.  He drives off as I walk around the back of the car to the door to my apartment building and head inside and up the stairs to the apartment.  Just as I go to unlock the door, it opens and I’m met with Jordan’s smiling face.

Jordan: Hey baby!  I didn’t think...What’s wrong?

I don’t waste any time as I grab her face and bring my lips to hers, kissing her passionately as I step inside.  She doesn’t fight the kiss.  Not that I figured she would but when my hands move their way down to the bottom of her shirt, she pulls back and looks into my eyes.

Jordan: I missed you, too, but...what is going on?  You looked upset about something.

I shake my head as she lets me pull her shirt over her head and I toss it on the floor.  I kiss her again as I run my hands along her back.

Lex: I don’t want to talk about it.  Not right now.  I just need to be with you.  No more questions.

She grins at me before she kisses me again and returns the favor by starting to undress me.  Once my shirt is off, we head into the bedroom and make it all about us.  Which is all I need right now.  And it’s all she needs, too.

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A couple hours later, Jordan and I are still in bed.  She has her arms wrapped around me, slowly running her finger up and down my midsection, and neither of us is saying a word.  I enjoyed the time I just spent with her, but my thoughts are now once again drawn back to Tim and Celeste and their complete deception.  I take in a deep breath and feel Jordan’s head move so she’s looking up at me.  She kisses my neck and then props herself up on her elbow as I turn and look at her.

Jordan: Baby, you need to talk about whatever is bothering you.  Not that I want to spoil the amazing time we just had, but you’re upset and I want you to talk to me.  Now what happened?

I look into her eyes and shake my head.  As much as I want to talk about it, talking with her about it might not be the best idea given the circumstances, but she nudges me, urging me to talk.  I close my eyes and take in another deep breath and when I open my eyes, I focus my attention on her.

Lex: I went home to surprise Tim after my flight landed.  I thought he was still sleeping so I went to head into the bedroom for a nice wake up call.  But I never got there.  When I passed the living room, I found him and Celeste passed out on the couch together.  Celeste didn’t have her shirt on, and she had what looked like thoroughly fucked hair.  Not to mention, Tim had his arm around her...

I let out a sigh as I close my eyes and shake my head again.  Jordan brings her hand up to my head and runs her fingers through my hair.

Jordan: Baby, I’m so sorry.  I know I haven’t exactly been Tim’s biggest fan lately.  I know that couldn’t have been easy for you.

I shake my head and pull her hand to my lips, kissing the back of it.

Lex: It really wasn’t.  I mean...I know we have an open relationship and all, but we made a deal.  We said we’d be completely honest about who we were going to be with.  I can’t believe they’d do this to me.  I probably would have been fine with it had they just--

Jordan: How would you have been fine with it, Lex?  She is supposed to be your best friend.  He’s your husband.  They’ve obviously had a thing for one another for a while now.

I roll my eyes and she kisses my neck again, trying to comfort me.  Or get me in the mood again.  Either way, it’s starting to work.

Lex: I’m not surprised that Tim would want to fuck her, anyway.  If it wouldn’t make our friendship completely weird, I’d probably…

I stop myself before I finish that thought, knowing Jordan might be uncomfortable with hearing that, too.  The fact is, Celeste is attractive so Tim hooking up with her isn’t surprising in the slightest.  I just hate being lied to.

Jordan: Well, this might not help matters any, but I tried to warn you about this.  You wouldn’t listen.

She stops talking for a moment and quickly jumps on top of me, looking down into my eyes with a seductive smile.

Jordan: I would have left him after you found her panties in his gym bag, but I’m not surprised it had to take something like this to open your eyes.  Now let’s not talk about this anymore.  I want to have some more fun.

I laugh as she brings her lips to mine again, ready to go another round, but a thought quickly hits me.  I push her away from me, looking up at her curiously.

Jordan: What?  What’s wrong?

Lex: I...I never told you about the panties.

Jordan acts innocent and she shakes her head.  I quickly sit up, staring at her as my eyes slowly narrow.

Jordan: What?  Yes you did...

I shake my head, realizing it’s all starting to make sense now.

Lex: No...I didn’t.  I didn’t tell anyone, so how the fuck did you know about them?!

She bites at her bottom lip, no doubt trying to come up with another lie that I’ll believe.  But, that’s not going to happen because I now know exactly how she knows about the panties.

Lex: You tried to set him up, didn’t you?!  What the fuck, Jordan?!

She tries to get closer to me but I shove her away again and start searching around for my clothes.

Jordan: This would have happened either way, baby!  I’ve seen it before!  They can’t be that close and not end up fucking at one point or another!

I laugh and shake my head as I pull my panties back on followed by my jeans.

Lex: They’re not like other people, Jordan.  If Tim wanted to fuck Celeste, he would have come to me about it.  And how convenient that I found them like that this morning when you were the only one who knew I was coming home early, and to surprise Tim!

Jordan actually starts laughing and I turn my head and glare at her.

Jordan: Hey, it was going to happen, Lex.  Why else would they have been alone in that huge house together?  They made it too damn easy, and I’m just trying to help you...

Lex: Bullshit!  You don’t know Celeste, and you sure as shit don’t know Tim either.  Celeste has been going through a rough time lately and Tim is just being there for her as a friend should be.  I can’t believe you would do this shit!

Jordan: Baby, you can’t honestly---

Lex: Don’t call me baby.  I’m not your fucking baby.  Not anymore.

Her eyes widen and her face falls as I say that.  I don’t think she really gets the gravity of what she’s done and what this means for us.

Jordan: You don’t mean that.  You need me just as much as I need you.

I shake my head as I stand up and finish getting dressed.

Lex: You lied to me, Jordan.  And you tried to set my husband and best friend up making it look like they were sleeping together behind my back so you could have me all for yourself.  I hate to break it to you, but even that wouldn’t have guaranteed that I would leave Tim.  Even IF they were sleeping together, I’d confront them on it and go from there.

Jordan: You’re joking, right?  You’re really that blind that you’d let them deceive you like that and not divorce him?!

I fold my arms and shrug my shoulders.

Lex: I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I love Tim.  I need him in my life and I’m not going to end things with him that easily.

Jordan: But you’re set on ending things with me that easily?

I nod.

Lex: Yeah, I am.  Because Tim wouldn’t do something this fucking desperate!  I know you’ve had trouble handling the fact that you can’t have me all for yourself but to actually try and set up Tim and Celeste?  That’s beyond desperate.

I turn and walk out of the room to the living room where I left my shirt.  Jordan is right behind me, bringing the sheet with her and tries to stop me as I put my shirt back on.

Jordan: Lex, stop.  Please don’t go.  I...I’m sorry.  It’s just hard for me to share you because I love you so much!

I shake my head and laugh as I turn around to face her again.  She’s in a complete panic but I don’t care at this point.  

Lex: No, you don’t.  You’re selfish as fuck and if you loved me as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t hurt me like that.  You wouldn’t try and hurt the two people I’ve been closest with for the last three damn years.  Fuck you, Jordan.  We’re done.  I suggest you get the hell out of this apartment soon.

Jordan: You...you just need---

Lex: STOP!  Just fucking stop, Jordan.  There’s no going back from this.  No amount of pleading will help.

Before I know it, tears are streaming down Jordan’s face, but her eyes are filled with rage as she glares at me.

Jordan: You’re going to regret this, Alexis.  You and your fucked up husband both will.  You’ve let him brainwash you.

Lex: I’ll regret this?  Is that supposed to be a threat?

Jordan just smirks at me.

Jordan: I guess you’ll have to wait and see won’t you?  Enjoy your time with Timmy boy.

I take a step towards her, glaring right in her eyes.  

Lex: If I were you, I wouldn’t even think about trying anything else, Jordan.  You were a good lay while it lasted, but you don’t want to piss me off further.

Jordan grins and walks right up to me.  I’m not really expecting her to do anything except turn and walk away, but before I know it, she grabs me by my hair and pulls me in, planting a forceful and almost intimidating kiss on me, biting my lip in the process.  She shoves me back a little and looks into my eyes with a foreboding look in her own.

Jordan: Challenge accepted.

She then turns and starts to walk back to the bedroom, hopefully to start getting her shit together but I issue one last warning to her.

Lex: You’ve got a week to get your shit out of here.  If it’s not gone by the time I get back from Inception, it’s going in the trash.

Jordan: Oh don’t worry, baby.  It’ll be gone by tomorrow.

She disappears into the bedroom a few moments later, slamming the door shut behind her and I hear the lock clicking shortly after.  I shake my head and let out a growl as I roll my eyes and turn around, storming out of the apartment.  I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner.  That I didn’t think she was capable of something so insane, but it really doesn’t surprise me at all.  Now all I have to do is get back to Tim and Celeste and apologize to the both of them.

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I really need to buy a car soon because three taxi rides in just a few hours is more than enough for me.  Not to mention I think I spent more on the cab fare than I would on a tank of gas that would last me at least a week.  But I’ll focus on that later.  I’m going over what I’m going to say to Tim and Celeste in my head as I’m walking back up to the door a little while after leaving Jordan in my apartment.  When I open the door and walk inside, I hear Tim and Celeste talking from the direction of the kitchen.  I toss my keys on the table and walk through the house towards the kitchen.  Tim peeks his head from around the corner before I even make it there, and he has a surprised look on his face.  He walks up to me and pulls me into a tight hug and I’m so relieved to see him.

Tim: Babe what are you doing home?  I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow?

He keeps me in his arms but backs up just enough so he’s looking at me.  I don’t answer right away, instead choosing to plant a passionate kiss on him.  I can almost hear Celeste rolling her eyes as she looks away.

Lex: I wasn’t, but I talked Austin into giving me my freedom a day early.  I was actually here a few hours ago...

His face falls almost into a panic and Celeste also shoots her head in my direction.  No doubt they were pretty damn confused when they woke up.

Tim: You were?

I nod before I look over to Celeste.

Lex: Yeah, I was.  I saw you two together on the couch...

Celeste starts shaking her head, denying any wrongdoing, but she doesn’t say a word.  Tim, however, immediately starts pleading his case.

Tim: Babe, I know what you’re---

I bring my finger up to his mouth, shushing him, and I look into his eyes.

Lex: You don’t need to explain.  I know now nothing happened.  But...I need to apologize because when I walked in and saw you two like that, I freaked out.  I freaked out and then I went to see Jordan.

Tim raises an eyebrow.

Tim: Ook?

Lex: Look, I don’t know how to say this, but...she set you guys up.  And not just today, either.  She was trying to make it look like you two were sleeping together so I would leave you, but I caught her in a lie a little while ago and she had to fess up.

Celeste: What lie?  What did the skank do?

I turn my attention to Celeste to answer her directly.

Lex: Remember the panties I found in Tim’s bag?  Yeah...she’s the one who planted them there.  Don’t ask me how she got a pair of your panties, but she did it.  And then after I told her last night I would be home today to surprise Tim, she came over here to set it up to look like you were sleeping together.  It’s all really fucked up and I’m just sorry I got the both of you mixed up in this.  If I didn’t bring Jordan into the equation---

Tim suddenly turns my head to face him and now he’s planting his own finger on my lips, shushing me.  Celeste looks like she’s ready to find Jordan and kill her, but Tim just glances at her and shakes his head.

Tim: Babe, it’s ok.  It’s not your fault.  You didn’t know she was going to turn into a complete psycho bitch.

Celeste: She should have.  She met the bitch in rehab for fuck’s sake.

I roll my eyes and let out a sigh, but Tim again shoots a warning glare to Celeste.  She just shakes her head and decides to stay out of it as Tim tries to talk me down.

Tim: She was jealous and she wanted you all for herself, but she couldn’t accept the fact that you weren’t going to leave me.  These things sometimes happen, but don’t blame yourself.  You found out what she was doing and you ended it.  You did end it, right?

Lex: Of course I ended it!  Why the fuck would I keep going back to her after she did that shit?  It was fun while it lasted, but...I can’t trust her and I’m not going to keep her in my life if she’s capable of that shit.  I’m first and foremost loyal to you.  You’re the only person I really need in my life.

Celeste: And what am I?  Chopped liver?  Thanks...

I let out a laugh and turn to look at her.

Lex: I meant relationship wise, Celeste.  I mean, you’re more than welcome to join in on this anytime you want, but I don’t want shit to get weird...

I smirk at her and Tim looks almost excited at that possibility of that happening but she quickly shakes her head.

Celeste: Yeah, thanks but no thanks.  You two do your thing however you want, but I’m not really interested in a Nobody threesome or some shit.

Tim: The offer is on the table anytime, C.

She again shakes her head and Tim and I both laugh it off as nothing more than joking between friends.

Lex: Anyway, we can still do this open relationship thing if you want, Tim, but I can tell you I probably won’t be bringing out actively looking for anyone.  And, if I do, I’ll be honest with you but I expect the same from you in any case.

Tim: I already promised you we’d have full disclosure with that.  But don’t worry about all of this anymore.  Try and focus on working your way towards the World Bombshell Championship and not letting any of this shit distract you.

Lex: I’m gonna try not to but I don’t think Jordan is going to let this go.  She wasn’t happy when I left and I don’t have a good feeling about it.

Tim and Celeste both let out a laugh as they look to me.

Celeste: Let the bitch try something.

Tim: She can make her threats all she wants, but we’re not going to let her do anything.  Like I said, don’t focus on Jordan, alright?  Forget about her and focus on more important things.

Lex: I’m gonna try, babe.  I’m just tired of shit standing in my way.

Tim: So don’t let it.  Do whatever you have to do to get to that title, because we all know you can and will do it.  It’s probably going to take time, but I know you’ll bust your ass either way.  And Celeste and I will be supporting you no matter what.  Right, C?

Tim and I turn to look at her and she’s just staring ahead, nodding slowly.  My eyes drift to her shirt, or should I say...my shirt...that she is wearing.

Lex: Why are you wearing one of my shirts?

Tim: Well that’s one thing Jordan didn’t exactly set up.  Celeste puked on hers last night.  It’s in the dryer right now.

I shake my head and roll my eyes again and Celeste says nothing.  I then wrap my arms around Tim’s neck, looking at him seductively.

Lex: So...I had hoped to wake you up myself this morning but since that got ruined...

Celeste: Jesus Christ, Lex...You’re turning into quite the sex-crazed whore aren’t you?

I let out laugh and glance over in her direction.

Lex: Hey, don’t try and knock me for enjoying fucking my husband as often as I want.  I’m young...don’t judge me.

Celeste: Dude, you just got back from---

Lex: Hey, as long as Tim doesn’t have a problem with it...Besides, I’m done with Jordan now so Tim has me all for himself.

Before I know it, Tim lifts me up, throwing me over his shoulder.  He turns around, and smacks my ass as he smiles at Celeste.

Tim: Stay as long as you want, C, but we might be a while...

Celeste: Yeah, yeah.  You two have fun now.

Lex: Oh trust me...We will!

Tim smacks my ass again before he carries me off down the hall and towards our bedroom.  I almost feel bad leaving Celeste alone, but I’m sure she’ll end up leaving and going to do her own thing anyway while Tim and I enjoy our day together.

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After that shit with Jordan went down, and a week before Inception no less, I was almost sure she’d turn up at the show and try and do something to cost me my match.  Thankfully she didn’t, but I have no doubt that she’s lurking around somewhere waiting for her opportunity to strike.  I know she will, and when she does, I’ll be ready for her.  I’m not going to let her destroy me or Tim or our life together.  

But I can’t dwell on that right now, because I need to stick to everything I said at Inception and since then.  I made easy work of Aphrodite, not that there was ever any doubt, and after I beat her, I knew another meaningless opponent would be thrown at me.  I put the entire Bombshell division on notice, but as usual, some people weren’t paying attention.  

Twitter is such a funny thing, isn’t it?  I tend to get a laugh out of certain shit that goes on after a big show like Inception, so it really didn’t come as a surprise to me that just a day after Inception, Jessie Salco was on there not only praising the new World Bombshell Champion, Melody Grace, but also pointing out that she hasn’t seen the last of her.  Shocker, right?  Note the sarcasm…

Jessie Salco has had how many chances at the title over the last few months?  Three?  Four, maybe?  And she’s lost every...fucking...one.  Bitch just needs to give up, and I told her that much on Twitter.  But, hey...what do I know.  If the bosses want to keep giving her shots at the title she’s just going to lose, who am I to stop them?  She’ll just prove her out to be the joke that she is.  Just like her bestie in the shitty named Metal and Punk Connection, Amy Marshall.  Oh, wait...I’m forgetting Kate Steele, too!  Seriously, how the fuck did I not know that Kate was a member of the Metal and Punk Connection?

**shrugs** Fuck if I care.

You see, I like to stir up shit every now and then and that little debate a couple weeks ago on Twitter?  That was fun.  Kate ended up challenging me, which is all fine and dandy, but little did I know that it would cause the wrath of Austin Parker to be unleashed on me.  

On the week off, no less…

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Wednesday January 25th
Atlanta, Georgia
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I didn’t sign up for a trainer.  I told Austin and Angel that when I first talked to both of them, but I guess part of the deal is training sessions now and then.  So, I have to suck it up and deal with it.  All with a smile on my face no less.  I just wish Austin hadn’t made me deal with this shit on the week off!

I’m locked up in a tight side headlock in the center of the ring in Austin’s barn.  He’s got me sparring against some chick I don’t even know, and the bitch is really pissing me off, laughing every so often as she tightens her hold on me.  I do everything in my power to get her to break the damn hold.  Jabbing her in her side.  Stomping on her big ass foot.  Everything and the bitch still won’t let go.  I finally make a decision that I know will get Austin on my case, but hey, if it gets the bitch to release the hold, I don’t care.

I slowly start to turn my head while she’s still got me in the headlock.  Once my head is turned just enough, I open my mouth and bite down hard on her arm, finally getting her to let me go, but she lets out an angry yelp in the process.  I hear Austin let out a sigh and turn and glance at him as he’s shaking his head.

Girl: Ow!  Austin, the bitch actually bit me!

I turn and look at her with a proud smirk on my face as I fold my arms across my chest.

Lex: It got you to let go of me, didn’t it?  I never said I fought fair all the damn time, bitch.

She takes a threatening step towards me with her fist up, ready to strike.  I’m ready to defend myself but Austin stops before things get too heated.

Austin: Alright, that’s enough for today.  Jen, you’re free to go.  Alexis, stay in the damn ring.

Lex: Uh oh, I’m in trouble.

Jen, the girl I as sparring against, rolls her eyes before she walks over and exits the ring.  She grabs her things off of the bench and heads out of the barn as Austin joins me in the ring, frowning at me.

Lex: What?!  You can’t honestly scold me for doing that!  James doesn’t exactly fight fair in all of his matches, does he?!

Austin: This ain’t about James!  Ya need a serious attitude adjustment and figure out a better way to get out of a hold like that that doesn’t involved cheating!  Keep that up and Ah’ll make sure you’re stuck fightin’ Twisted Sister for the rest of your days!

I fold my arms and narrow my eyes at him.  I knew this wouldn’t be easy, but he’s making it especially difficult.

Lex: What else was I supposed to do?  That bitch---

Austin: Watch your mouth or Ah’ll get Jen back in here to do more damage than she did.

I let out a laugh.

Lex: Damage?  She didn’t do any damage, but go ahead.  I’ve got no problem beating an unknown anytime.

Austin: Jesus, you’re a real piece of work, Alexis.  Ya want to work your way up to the World Bombshell title, but complain when ya get booked against someone ya think is beneath ya.  And now all of a sudden, ya actually don’t care about getting booked against those same people?  Can ya make up your damn mind?!

Lex: I’m just doing what I need to do to get people to shut up and stop saying I don’t deserve it.  As long as I behave like a good little girl and face who you people want me to face without a damn complaint, no one will be able to say I don’t deserve it.  I’m going to work my ass off to get the World Bombshell title.  I’m not holding myself back anymore.  If you want to hold me back that’s on you, I guess.

Austin lets out a frustrated sigh.

Austin: Yeah we’ll see about that, won’t we?  Ya might have been trained by Spike and Vixen but it sure as hell doesn’t show.

Lex: What the hell does that mean?!

Austin: It means your sloppy!  It means ya can’t even figure out a way to get out of a damn side headlock without taking a page out of Gothika’s book and wantin’ a taste of your opponent!

A disgusted look crosses my face, but he’s dead serious about that last comment.

Lex: I’m not some vampire wannabe like her, Austin.  Excuse me if I got tired of the bitch laughing like she was when she’d tighten her grip on me!

Austin: Don’t make a habit of that crap, because gettin’ yourself disqualified won’t lead you to the title.  Lucky for you, it might not matter in your next match.

The new card hasn’t been announced yet, but I have a good idea just who I’ll be up against at the next Climax Control.  And I’m sure Austin will make it happen, too.

Lex: Yeah, that’s IF Mark or Christian actually give me and Kate what we want and book the damn match.  Doesn’t matter, because I’ll face her sooner or later.

Austin: You were meant to face her a few weeks ago!

Lex: Hey!  It’s not my fault I got food poisoning the day of the show and couldn’t make it!

Austin lets out a laugh as he shakes his head.

Austin: Really?  â€˜Food poisoning’?  And just one day after ya went and got married to Tim Staggs.

Lex: We ordered some bad chinese.  Ask him, he’ll---

Austin: Oh give it up already!  Ah ain’t buying that crap!  Ah know ya just made up some excuse so you could skip out on the damn show.  Just a fair warnin’, Alexis.  That ain’t gonna fly with me as your manager.

My jaw drops.  He seriously doesn’t believe me?!  I shouldn’t be surprised, but oh well.  Let him believe what he wants.

Lex: Think what you want, Austin.  That was weeks ago.  Mark and Christian never said anything.

Austin: Because Ah told ‘em not to!  Ya should have been forced to forfeit the damn match to Kate, but Ah managed to talk them into just postponing it.  Ya just went and made it easier to reschedule it, but unlucky for ya that they’re now deciding between which stipulation they want to give ya.

I shake my head and turn and walk over towards one of the corners.  I hop up and sit on the top turnbuckle as I look in his direction, but he’s still not impressed with me.

Lex: It doesn’t matter to me what kind of match they make this.  I’m not going to let her beat me.  I’m not going to let anyone beat me, because I’m just that damn determined.  I’m sorry I went and sunk my teeth into your sweet little Jen a little while ago, but I’m not going to do that shit in an actual match.

Austin: Ya better not, otherwise you’re not gonna get anywhere, even with my help.

I smirk and cross my finger over my heart as if promising him.

Lex: I promise I’ll be a good little girl, Austin.  Unless I’m given full permission to do whatever the hell I want, then all bets are off.

Austin: Uh huh.  Alright, go get a shower and relax for the rest of the day.  Back to work bright and early tomorrow morning.

Lex: How long are you going to keep me here this week?!

Austin glares at me.

Austin: As long as I see fit!  If ya start your complainin’ now, it just might tempt me to work ya that much harder tomorrow.  And the next day.  And the day after that.

I quickly jump down from the turnbuckle, holding my hands up in defeat.

Lex: Alright, alright!  I won’t say another word.  Geez!  You’re such a hard ass!

Austin: Yeah and ya signed your name on the contract knowing I wasn’t gonna take it easy on ya...

I just laugh as I step through the ropes and jump down from the ring.  Austin steps through the ropes and walks down the steps as I gather up my duffel bag and head back to the the guest house to take a shower and relax for the rest of the night.

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Well what do you know?  It actually worked.  Mine and Kate’s little Twitter war was actually noticed, and better yet, they gave us a match stipulation the both of us have no problem with.  I was almost expecting some crazy bullshit that involved all three challenges that Kate layed out because let’s face it...that wouldn’t have surprised anyone, right?!  They’ve done crazier shit than that so a match with three different stipulations wouldn’t have been all that crazy in SCW.

I have to say, I’m really looking forward to this match, Kate.  You’re probably sitting back, confident as all fuck about getting me in a hardcore rules match, thinking you’re actually going to beat me.  Hate to burst your delusional little bubble there, Kate, but it’s not gonna happen.  I’m going to do what I should have done weeks ago, only this time, I get to bloody you up in the process.  I hope you’re ready for it.

I don’t think you realize just what you’ve gotten yourself into, Kate.  I understand that you’re just trying to defend your buddies in the Metal and Punk Connection…**chuckles**...But, this is one instance where you’re going to realize that you made a big mistake, because I’m more determined than ever, Kate.  I’m not the same Alexis I was last year, or even just a few weeks ago.  I’ve made a lot of changes in my attitude recently, and my outlook on things and you’re just the second unlucky bitch to get put in my path.

I have to admit, I was surprised to learn that you were a member of the Metal and Punk Connection.  I mean...I actually used to like you.  I used to respect you and think you actually meant something in SCW, but to hear that you threw your name into the likes of the Metal and Punk Connection?  That was pretty fucking stupid, Kate.  I mean...you held the Bombshell Roulette Championship for how long?  Six months, right?  That’s about the longest reign if I remember correctly.  And you actually went and joined up with the likes of Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco who can’t even hold a title to save their lives?!  Amy can never seem to get past her first title defense while Jessie barely does the same.  

Why the fuck would you want to hang around those losers?  Then again, maybe it’ll be fitting because you’re turning into quite the loser yourself.  I mean...you actually lost the title to Veronica Taylor.  **chuckles** Way to go with that one, Kate.

You’re not as badass as you think you are, Kate, and I’m going to prove that to everyone this Sunday at Cliamx Control.  And the best part?  I get to do whatever the fuck I want and not be disqualified for it.  I live for matches like this, Kate.  Bring your worst, because it won’t be enough to defeat me.  

I know you’re looking forward to the possibility of you actually beating me, Kate, but I’m not going to let that happen.  There’s no WHEN you beat me, because it’s all about when I beat YOU.  You see, I look forward to busting you open and using you as the second message to the Bombshell division, because a lot of people...yourself included...don’t think I have what it takes to get my shot at the World Bombshell Championship.  But I’m going to prove them wrong and I’m going to tarnish this great image they have of you.  I don’t know what your plans are for your future in SCW, but after Sunday?  I’ll be one step closer to getting what I want while you’ll just be dealing with yet another loss.

This is my year, Kate.  It may only just be beginning, but no one can stop me from achieving everything I want to achieve this year.  Aphrodite couldn’t stop me.  You won’t be able to stop me, and your “best hair friend” Melody Grace won’t be able stop me either.  Not a damn woman on the Bombshell roster will be able to stop me, but I look forward to having each and every one of you try.

I hope you’re ready, Kate.  But don’t get your hopes up too high, because you’re just going to be the one walking away disappointed while I stand in the ring with my hand held high, pointing at you and laughing.  I’m not going to feel sorry for what I’m going to do to you.  I’m not going to apologize, because I’m thinking about myself right now.  I’m looking at the bigger picture and thinking about everything I need to do to get to the World Bombshell Championship.

And if that means beating you within an inch of your life?  Well...so be it, Kate.  I don’t fucking care.  I’m not here to make friends.  I don’t care if you or anyone else likes me.  I’m just going to destroy each and every one of you people they put me up against.  And if you don’t like it?  Well...that’s your problem.

I suggest you get a living will prepared, Kate.  Make your preparations and get ready for the fight of your life, because I’m determined to prove that I CAN and I WILL beat you.

Don’t believe me?  I’ll see your ass at Climax Control and prove it to you!

 After High Stakes VI

I guess I can’t really say that I’m surprised by that outcome.  I worked my ass off.  I fought like hell and actually believed I could beat Sam and Mikah, but I guess I was wrong, huh?  Mikah ended up pinning Sam and me?  I just became an after thought.  Not that I’m not used to that anyway.  I’m not even a Nobody anymore, but still sort of used to the whole feelings that come with being considered one, past or present.

Mikah tried to pin me in the ring tonight.  Using a damn DDT, no less.  I wasn’t going to let it happen either way, but Sam Marlowe pulled Mikah off of me.  I thought I had enough time to sort of shake the stars that I was seeing away.  DDT or not, when you get dropped on your head like that, you’re always seeing something.  But before I knew it, the same damn thing was happening to Sam Marlowe, but she didn’t kick out of it and the damn bell was ringing soon after.  

I couldn’t believe it.  I quietly rolled out of the ring and headed backstage, watching as Mikah’s hand was being raised in victory and the fans were cheering for her as she celebrated.  Disappointed isn’t even the right word to describe how I feel right now, but who cares right?  I certainly don’t.  I just want to get the hell out of this arena and out of Los Angeles.  The sooner Tim and I get back to Vegas, the sooner we can get married, and right now?  That’s all I’m trying to think about.

Speaking of Tim, he and Celeste are waiting for me just outside the Bombshell locker room.  Tim takes one look at me and I know he can tell how disappointed I’m feeling.  He pushes himself away from the wall and walks up to me.

Tim: Babe, you did great out there.  Don’t be disappointed at all.

Celeste nods in agreement.

Celeste: He’s right you know.  And besides, you weren’t the one to get pinned.  Sam Marlowe was.

I shake my head and roll my eyes at the two.  I know they’re trying to make me feel better, but at this point, nothing will.

Lex: I appreciate you guys trying to make me feel better, but it really doesn’t matter right now.  Sure I didn’t get pinned, but I couldn’t prevent Sam from getting pinned now could I?  And I had to walk backstage listening to the fans actually cheering for Mikah.

Tim: Don’t be so hard on yourself.  You did great and we’re proud of you regardless.  This isn’t the end of the world.

Lex: No, it’s not, but it’s not exactly a great feeling, either.  This is my fucking third loss in a row and it was probably the most important match I needed.  Losing to Evie Baang was hard enough, but not winning this triple threat match against Mikah and Sam?  Not exactly how I wanted to end the night.

I close my eyes and bring my hand up to my forehead and Tim instinctively wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.  It sort of helps me feel better, but I’m still disappointed and actually feel like crying.  

Tim: Just dust this one off, babe.  Move on to the next and bounce back.  You can do it.  I have faith in you.  And besides, we’ve got something more important to focus on once we get back to Las Vegas, remember?

I pull back a little bit and smile as I look at him.  He’s smiling back and before I can respond, Celeste walks up to us, wrapping an arm around each of our shoulders.  She, too, smiles.  She’s happier than I’m used to seeing her, but I think that guy Dax has something to do with that.

Celeste: Yeah, like getting you two hitched!  That’s something to get your mind off of everything, right Lex?

I laugh and nod.

Lex: Yeah, I guess it is.  And it’s not that I’m not excited about it.  It’s just going to take me a minute to get over this loss tonight.

Tim: You’ll be fine.  And I think once we get married, you’ll start feeling a lot better.

Celeste takes a step back and I nod as I lean in a give Tim a quick kiss.

Lex: Yeah, you’re probably right.  Too bad you’re not back to the active roster right now.  Me and you being the next power couple could really help me out even more.

I smirk at him and offer him a wink and he laughs.

Tim: Maybe someday, babe.  Now why don’t you go get your stuff so we can get out of here?

Lex: Alright.  Give me a few minutes.

I quickly disappear into the locker room, heading over to where my belongings are sitting.  I’m tempted to take a quick shower before we leave, but I know I can do that when we get back to the hotel room.  I start putting my thinks back in my duffel bag when I hear my phone ringing from inside.  I dig through my things until I find my phone and see that Riley is calling me.  Great.  Just what I needed.  I’m tempted to let it go to voicemail, but knowing my sister, she won’t give up so I answer the call instead, putting it on speaker and setting it on the bench as I finish packing my stuff.

Lex: What’s up, Riley?

Riley: That match was so great, Lexi!  I’m so proud of you even though what’s her name won!

I shake my head with a laugh.

Lex: Mikah.  Her name is Mikah.

Riley: Oh whatever.

I can almost hear her shoulders shrugging through the phone as I zip my duffel bag closed.

Lex: Is that all you called me for, Riley?

Riley: Of course not, sis!  I just wanted to know when I’m supposed to pick you up this week?!

Say what now?  I raise my eyebrow even though she can’t see it and I take my phone in my hand.

Lex: I’m sorry, what?  What are you talking about?

Riley: For Thanksgiving!  It’s this week, remember?!  You said you’d be home in Phoenix this year and Mom is so excited!

I smack my hand against my forehead, having completely forgotten about that promise I made.  I’ve been so caught up in this mess with Jordan and now getting married to Tim that I forgot Thanksgiving was already here.

Lex: Shit, I completely forgot.  Look, Riley, I know I promised but--

Riley: But WHAT?!  You can’t back out on this!  It’s Thanksgiving and you haven’t been here in like three years!

I can sense that Riley is on the verge of a complete freak out and I’m tempted to tell her my plans to marry Tim, but I’m not quite ready for that yet.  I take in a deep breath and let out a sigh.

Lex: Alright, relax.  I’ll just have to postpone some plans I made, that’s all.  I’ll be there.

Riley squeals loudly, and for a moment I thought our two year old little brother, Oliver, had stolen the phone from her.  I can’t help but laugh as I pick up my duffel bag, slinging the strap over my shoulder.

Riley: Yay!  I’m so freaking happy right now!  This is going to be the best Thanksgiving ever!!!

Lex: Yeah, sure.  Look, I need to get going.  I need to head back to the hotel and get some sleep.  Tim and I have an early drive back to Vegas in the morning.

Riley: Okay, sis!  Tell Tim I said hi!

Lex: Will do.  I’ll see you in a few days, sis.

Riley squeals again and I end the call and return my phone to my pocket.  I take in a deep breath and head for the door.  Tim is waiting for me outside, but Celeste is nowhere to be found.  I look around, confused, but he answers my question before I can even ask.

Tim: She had to go find Delia.  She said she’d meet us back in Vegas.  Who were you talking to in there?

I roll my eyes.

Lex: Riley called me.  Soo...we’re gonna have to postpone our plans to get married for at least a few days.  I sort of forgot that I promised them I’d go back to Phoenix for Thanksgiving.  I tried to back out of it but--

Tim: It’s no big deal, babe.  What’s one more week, right?  She wouldn’t have let you back out of it anyway.  Besides, it gives us a little extra time to plan everything.

Lex: We don’t have to plan much.  I don’t need some big huge affair out of this.  All that matters is that we get married, okay?

Tim smiles and nods.

Tim: I couldn’t agree more.  By the way, did you ever find Austin Parker?  I thought you were going to talk to him about being your manager?

I shake my head, suddenly reminded of my disappointing night.  I had planned on going to speak to Austin tonight, but it would have been a lot better had I done so following a big victory.

Lex: Yeah, I’m just going to forget that.  It’s kinda pointless now, so why bother?

Tim’s jaw drops open slightly but he holds himself back from protesting, though I can clearly tell he wants to.  I adjust the strap of my duffel bag over my shoulder, but Tim quickly takes it from me, putting it over his own shoulder to carry it for me.

Tim: We’ll talk about that later.  Let’s just get back to the hotel and get some rest before we head back home tomorrow morning.

Lex: I’m really glad you said that, because I really want to just take a hot shower and crash right now.

He wraps his free arm around my shoulder and we turn towards the exit.

Tim: Alright, let’s go.

He kisses my forehead and then we head down the hall towards the exit to the parking lot.  A few minutes later we’re back in the car and on our way to the hotel.  If we didn’t have the room for one more night, I’d suggest we just make it a late night back to Vegas, but I’m sure he’s just as tired as I am so the hotel bed sounds much more comfortable right now.

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Thanksgiving Day
Phoenix, Arizona
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Who’d have thought I’d be spending Thanksgiving back in Phoenix this year.  Just a year ago I never wanted to come back to Phoenix, let alone see my family ever again, but things have changed over the last several months.  After my stint in rehab and I made amends with my family, I promised Riley and my parents that I’d be home for Thanksgiving and, more than likely, Christmas as well.  It was a promise I couldn’t go back on.

So, here I am sitting on the sofa in the home I grew up in.  Aside from a few decorating changes here and there, not much has changed in the three years since I’ve lived here.  Well, except for the fact that I now have a two year old little brother running around getting into everything.  He zooms past the sofa, holding something laughing and giggling and a few seconds later, Riley rushes after him.

Riley: Oliver!  Bring that back here!

Oliver lets out a high pitched squealing laugh, and I can’t help but let out a laugh of my own.  I admit when I first found out about him, I wasn’t at all thrilled, but it was hard not to love the kid once I got to spend some time with him.  And sure, he may be going through his terrible two stage, but he still has his moments where he can be a sweetheart.  

Lex: What does he have, Riley?!

Riley: He took the pie off the table!  Oliver!  Stop running!  You’re going to trip and--

**CRASH!!**

Riley: ….drop the pie.

Oliver: Ooops...

I burst out laughing as I hear the pie dish crashing against the floor and Oliver’s hilarious response after.  My mother comes rushing into the room a moment later, looking for him but I point to the other room behind me and she rushes away, shaking her head.  

Riley: Well...so much for pumpkin pie this year.

Riley walks back into the room, holding Oliver.  He’s still smiling brightly and laughing and I can hear our mother cleaning up the broken glass in the other room.  Riley sits down next to me, trying to keep Oliver in her lap, but a fidgeting two year old little boy is harder than it sounds.  He manages to squirm out of her grasp a few moments later, and she lets him run off into the other room, shaking her head.

Riley: It’s your turn to chase after him.

I hold up my hands and shake my head.

Lex: No thanks.  I’ll pass.

She shoves me and we both laugh.  Oliver comes running back into the room a moment later as our mother disappears back into the kitchen to finish cooking.  He quickly gets distracted by one of his toys across the room, and Riley keeps a close watch on him as I take the time to relax.  I close my eyes and go quiet.

Riley: You’ve been awfully quiet today, Lexi.  Are you okay?

I should have known she’d question me on my silence throughout the day.  I’m not really okay, but I’m not going to let Riley give me the third degree about it, either.

Lex: Not really, Ri, but I don’t really want to talk about it.  Especially not today.

Riley: Is this about Tim?  Is everything okay between the two of you?  Because if it’s not and if he hurt you in any way--

I immediately hold up my hand and she goes silent and turns her attention back to Oliver as he plays with his toys across the room.

Lex: Tim’s fine.  We’re fine.  Better than fine actually.

Riley turns her head and looks at me as she tries to watch Oliver from the corner of her eye.  I really hope she doesn’t ask me anymore questions.

Riley: Better than fine, huh?  Tell me all about it, sis!

Of course she’d want to know all about it.  She’s my identical twin.  She has to know these things.  And as much as I want to keep the truth from her, I know I’ll never be able to.  She’s always been the one with the twin ESP stuff, so she’ll sense I’m lying no matter what.  It’s best I just get it over with and tell her my plans, because it won’t change my mind.

Lex: Look, if I tell you something, you can’t go telling Mom and Dad, alright?

Riley fidgets excitedly and she glances over to Oliver before turning her attention back to me.

Riley: Oooh!  A secret!  I love secrets!

Lex: Yeah, when you can keep them!  I’m serious, Riley.

Oliver: Gobble!  Gobble!

Riley and I quickly turn our attention to Oliver as he suddenly starts sounding like a turkey.  We look at each other and laugh and before we know it, Oliver runs off into the kitchen and continues his turkey impression.  Riley shakes her head before she looks back to me.

Riley: Okay, okay.  I won’t say anything.  What’s going on?  OMG...DON’T TELL ME YOUR PREG--

I quickly cup my hand over her mouth before she has a chance to yell that complete nonsense out and cause my mother to freak out.

Lex: Would you calm down and shut up?!  I’m NOT pregnant!

I respond under a hushed voice as I pull my hand away from her mouth.  Her eyes return to normal and she takes in a deep breath.

Riley: Sorry!  Okay...so tell me what’s going on.

Lex: Damn, why do people automatically freak out and assume I’m pregnant when I’m about to say something?  I’m not that stupid to go and get myself knocked up...

Riley: Well, you wanted me to keep it a secret from Mom and Dad so...what else am I supposed to think?  They probably wouldn’t make a big deal about anything else...

I laugh as I run my hand through my hair with an awkward look on my face.

Lex: Maybe, maybe not.  I think their daughter getting married without them there might be a bit of a problem.  But, maybe I’m wrong.

I just casually let the words come out of my mouth and I keep my eyes locked on Riley’s face the entire time.  Her jaw drops open and she’s lost for words.  I’m almost expecting her to let out an excited squeal, but she doesn’t.  Instead, she frowns quickly and slaps my arm angrily.

Riley: You’re joking, right?!

My jaw drops now and I rub my arm because she actually hit me pretty hard.

Lex: Ow...And no.  I’m not joking.  Tim and I are getting married.

Riley: When were you planning on telling me this?!  Or, were you not going to tell me at all?!  You don’t want me to be there, do you?!

I let out a sigh as Riley starts to freak out and raise her voice.  Luckily for me, my mother is too busy cooking in the kitchen and I can now hear my father trying to distract Oliver, so they don’t hear her.

Lex: Riley, it’s really nothing personal, alright?  I just don’t want to make a huge deal out of this or have too many people there.  I just want to marry Tim, because he and I are the only two that matter in this case, okay?

Riley: No, it’s not alright!  I’m not saying you have to have this huge wedding or anything, but I’m your sister!  Your TWIN sister!  I should be there for you.  As long as you’re happy, I’m not going try and talk you out of it or anything.  I mean, I can see that Tim makes you happy and vice versa, but still.

Riley looks even more disappointed and upset than I did after my loss at High Stakes VI.  She looks genuinely hurt with my decision to leave her out of my wedding to Tim and I can’t help but roll my eyes and let out a sigh.  She really has a way of making me feel guilty.

Lex: Look, if you want to be there, you can be there.  I’m not going to tell you you can’t.  But, please, don’t try and make this a huge thing, alright?  We’re just going to find some chapel in Vegas and get married and our friend Celeste is going to be there.  That’s it.

Riley throws her arms around me and I roll my eyes again.  She may be my identical twin, but we’re like night and day, I swear.

Riley: I won’t make a big deal about it, I promise!  I just want to be there for you and Tim!

Mother: Girls!  Dinner is ready!

Lex: We’ll be right there!

We both stand up from the sofa and before heading into the dining room, I turn to Riley.

Lex: Remember.  Not a word about this, alright?  If Mom asks why you’re coming to Vegas next week, just say it’s for a visit or something.

Riley does the old “cross my heart” hand signal and I laugh.  We don’t say another word as we disappear into the dining room where our parents and Oliver are already seated in their spots.

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Thursday December 1st
Las Vegas
12 A.M
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Fast forward a week later, and it’s the night before Tim and I are going to get married.  I wanted to stay in my apartment tonight to get some sleep, but Riley wouldn’t allow that.  She doesn’t particularly care for my less than average apartment, so she took it upon herself to get the two of us a suite at the Venetian.  The Bella suite, no less.  It’s the damn Venetian!  And when I tried to argue, she wouldn’t let me, so here we are.

Riley is sound asleep in one of the queen beds in the room, and I should be sleeping in the other.  I don’t know if it’s nerves or the fact that we’re in a hotel room that is a lot nicer than my apartment, but I couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard I tried, so I’m stretched out on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.  I can’t believe that in just twelve hours Tim and I would be saying “I Do”, and something tells me that if I don’t get any sleep soon, I’ll get a good scolding about the dark circles that will surely be under my eyes later in the morning.  

I roll over onto my side and close my eyes.  It’s not exactly an ideal place to sleep, but who cares, right?  I lay there for several minutes, trying to fall asleep when my phone starts ringing.  My eyes shoot open, immediately thinking that Tim is having just as much trouble falling asleep as I am so he has decided to call me.  But when I grab my phone off of the coffee table in front of me, I frown when I see the number.  I debate sending the call to voicemail, but against my better judgement, I answer.

Lex: Jordan, what part of--

I immediately hear weeping on the other end of the phone before Jordan starts talking, interrupting me before I have a chance to finish what I was saying.

Jordan: I jssst wannnted to callll and say I’m sssorry for errvything, Lexus.

Okay.  She’s slurring on her words.  Bad.  This can’t be good.  I shoot up on the sofa, immediately worried, and I’m vaguely aware that Riley is starting to wake up.

Lex: Jordan?  Jordan, what is going on?  What did you take?

She had to have relapsed.  That’s the only explanation, and after how hard she worked to get clean in rehab, I can’t sit back and let this happen.  She giggles on the phone and I hear a bottle clinking in the background.

Jordan: Taake?  Meeeee?  I dint take nuuthin!  Yet..

More giggles.  Shit.  This is bad.

Jordan: Buut thisss bottle of voka was prettttty damn tastyyy.

I keep the phone latched to my ear as I search around for my shoes.  Riley has now gotten out of bed and is staring at me as I’m quickly putting on my shoes in a panic.

Lex: Jordan, where are you?  Are you in Las Vegas?

Jordan: Yeeep!

Riley frowns as she hears just who I’m talking to.  I shake my head, quietly telling her not now as I focus on Jordan on the phone.

Lex: Where in Vegas?  Where are you staying?

She giggles again, and I’m more worried about her taking something else other than alcohol.

Jordan: Ummm...Eight!  Eiiight...Fuuuck the voka’s gone.  Neeed morrrre.

I hear her fumbling around for something, and I freak out.  I try to figure out what she meant by eight, but it hits me.

Lex: Super eight?!  Is that what you meant?!  Jordan, listen to me!

I’m rushing towards the door, but Riley stands in front of me.  I hear more bottles clinking in the background as Riley folds her arms across her chest, trying to stop me from leaving.

Jordan: Yaaa thas it!  Superrrr..

Lex: Alright.  Jordan, listen to me.  Stay there.  I’ll be right there.  Don’t drink anything else.  Don’t take anything, either!  Just...wait for me.  Okay?

Jordan: Nooo.  You don’t hafffta come heeere.  Yerrr with Timmmy...

She doesn’t giggle this time.  Instead she sounds sad.  Almost heartbroken.  Normally I’d say that was the booze talking, but given everything that has come to light with Jordan recently, I know enough to know otherwise.  

Lex: Yes, I do.  Just please, stay there.  I’ll be there in a little bit.  Okay?

Jordan: Fiiiiine.

She ends the call before I have a chance to and it suddenly hits me I don’t even know what room she is in, or which Super eight she could be in.  Oh well, I’ll take my chances and go to every Super Eight, if that’s what it takes.  I’ll find her and I’ll stop her from doing something stupid.  I quickly put my phone in my pocket and look at Riley as she is still standing in front of me.

Riley: You’re not actually leaving are you?!  You’re getting married in twelve hours!

I let out a sigh and shake my head.

Lex: Riley, I HAVE to do this.  I’ll meet you guys at the chapel if I have to, but right now, I need to find Jordan.

Riley: You’re joking, right?  You have to find the woman who is in love with you and doesn’t want you to get married to Tim at all?  How do you know this isn’t some sort of trick?!

I shake my head again.  She had a point, but had she heard Jordan on the other end of the phone, she would understand.

Lex: You didn’t hear her, Riley.  She’s on the verge of relapsing and I have to make sure that doesn’t happen.

Riley: I don’t get how that is your problem!  I understand she’s a recovering addict and all, but...

Lex: But nothing, Riley!  It’s my problem because this is MY fault, anyway.  She’s in love with me and I keep telling her I don’t share those feelings.  She could very well overdose if I don’t get there, and I can’t have that on my conscience, ok?

Riley shakes her head and lets out a sigh.  She still doesn’t understand, but I can’t stand here and try to explain it to her.  The longer I take, the more likely it is that Jordan will ignore my requests to not take something.  She’s lost for words now, which helps me.

Lex: Look, I promise I will call you in the morning.  This isn’t going to suddenly change how I feel about Tim or jeopardize me marrying him.  Just trust me on this, okay?

Riley laughs.

Riley: It’s not YOU I don’t trust, Alexis.  I really hope you know what you’re doing.

Lex: I know what I’m doing.  I promise.

She shakes her head but steps aside, allowing me to leave.  I rush out of the room, calling a taxi on my way down to the lobby.  Regardless of the situation with Jordan and I, I can’t help but quietly pray that she’s doesn’t do something stupid before I get there.

---

Flashback
June 2016
Undisclosed Rehab Facility

Today is the day that many of my fellow rehab “friends” have been looking forward to.  I’ve only been here a few weeks, but this is the first “family day” I’ll get to experience.  Well, had I actually invited any of my family to be here.  I wasn’t really ready for any of them to be here in a situation like this, so I’ll just use it as an opportunity to observe the other patients who get to reunite with their families for the day.  Jordan is apparently one of those people.  I’ve only spoken to her a few times, but I’m not exactly friends with her.  She just has this personality that I don’t connect with.  Most of the patients here are that way.  Or maybe it’s just my inability to trust anyone yet.  I don’t really know.

While everyone is waiting in the visiting room for their families to arrive, I’m in the rec room, trying to find something to watch on TV.  The visiting room isn’t far from the rec room so every once in awhile I look back to see what is going on.  A few minutes later, judging by all the commotion, the families have started arriving.  I turn my attention away from the TV to watch the reunions.  More specifically, I watch Jordan.

She’s sitting at a table, anxiously watching the door where all the families are filtering in from.  One by one loved ones reunite and take their seats at the tables.  Jordan stands up, staring towards the door, but as the last family members walk into the room, Jordan shakes her head disappointedly.  She looks at everyone else smiling and laughing as they catch up with their families, and I feel sorry for her.  She was apparently expecting them to show up, but they didn’t.  Her eyes well up with tears and she dashes away down the hall towards her room.  

For a moment, I debate what I’m about to do.  I bite my bottom lip then turn off the TV before I stand up from the sofa and head down the hall towards Jordan’s room.  Once I’m a few feet away, I can hear her sobbing, which only makes me feel worse.  Maybe this is why I didn’t ask my family to be here.  I knew Riley would show, but my parents?  Specifically my dad...I couldn’t get this excited thinking he was going to show up, only to have him not be here.  

I walk up to doorway to Jordan’s room, leaning against the frame.  She’s laying on her side in her bed and I gently knock to get her attention.  She rolls over and wipes the tears from her eyes and scowls when she sees me.

Jordan: Ugh.  What do you want?

Lex: Are you okay?

Jordan rolls her eyes and laughs.  Seriously, I’m just trying to help her and she’s being a complete bitch.

Jordan: What do you care?  You don’t even like me.  Hell, you don’t like anyone.

I nod because, well, she had a point.

Lex: Who were you waiting to show up?

My question clearly strikes a nerve as she rolls over, turning her attention away from me.  We’re not supposed to be in each other’s rooms, but I take a step inside regardless because she needed a friend.

Lex: Well?  Just tell me.  Who was supposed to be here?

Jordan growls as she quickly sits up in the bed and glares at me.

Jordan: My parents, alright?!  I invited my parents to be here, again.  And, again, they didn’t show.  Are you fucking happy now?!

She practically smacks the tears away from her eyes and I shake my head as I fold my arms across my chest.  I didn’t really know what she was feeling, but I could only imagine.  I’d probably be feeling the same were I in her shoes.

Lex: No, I’m not.  Because this isn’t about me.  I just thought you might need someone to talk to.  I’m sorry they didn’t show up.

She sniffles and goes quiet.  I can tell she doesn’t really want to talk, and I think now might be a good time for me to actually talk for once.  I’d been mostly quiet during group therapies since being here, and Jordan was well aware of it.  I walk over to her bed and take a seat next to her.  This surprises her and she stares at me.

Jordan: W-what are you--

Lex: Relax, I’m just getting comfortable so I can talk.  I don’t know exactly how you feel, but I imagine that if I had made the decision to ask my parents to be here, the same thing would have happened.  At least in my father’s case.

She stares at me, surprise written all over her face.  Maybe because I was actually talking, or because I had chosen her to be the first one aside from Dr. Lambert, to open up to.  I’m just as confused as she is.

Lex: Last time I saw my father, he was on the verge of pressing charges against me.  When I left home a little over two years ago, I stole a lot of money from the family safe and I’m pretty sure he still hasn’t forgiven me.  I know I’ll need to eventually apologize and try and work things out with him, but I can’t imagine feeling what you’re feeling and asking him to be here only for him not to show.  I don’t know what happened with you and your family, but I’m sure it will get better eventually.  Maybe once you get out of here.

She lets out a laugh and leans her head against the wall.

Jordan: Yeah, that’s unlikely to happen.  Every time I get out of this place I fuck up and wind right back in.  My family knows this, which is why there’s no hope of ever making things better.  I need to just stop asking them to come, because they...never will.

She tries to fight back the tears, but she’s unable to and she starts crying again.  I don’t know why, but I instinctively wrap my arm around her to comfort her and she just lays down in my lap, sobbing.  I truly felt bad for her, and all I could think to do was to run my hand through her hair as she continued to cry, eventually crying herself to sleep, but I never moved.  Consequences be damned, she just needed someone there for her.

---

Super 8 Motel
Las Vegas Strip
**OFF CAMERA**

I don’t know how, but by some miracle, the first Super 8 motel I chose to have the taxi driver bring me to was the right one.  It took me a few minutes, but I managed to get the front desk clerk to find the information I needed.  I told her it was a matter of life or death and that I need to find Jordan’s room as soon as possible, otherwise they may have a death investigation on their hands later today.  That’s all it took and in a matter of moments, I had the room number and a spare key to get in.

I’m now standing outside Jordan’s room and instead of using the key to get in, I choose to knock on the door hoping Jordan will let me in.  If she’s even still conscious.  

**KNOCK KNOCK**

Lex: Jordan?  Jordan, it’s Alexis.  Can you let me in?

I put my ear against the door and listen for any movement.  I don’t hear anything, which isn’t a good sign, but I try not to panic right away.

**KNOCK KNOCK**

Lex: Jordan, come on. Open the door.

I listen again, and again hear nothing.  Okay, time to panic.  I don’t waste my time knocking again as I insert the key card in the lock and open the door.  A light is on on the far end of the room and I instinctively look towards the bed.  Jordan isn’t there.  But the empty bottle of vodka is.

Lex: Jordan?!  Damn it, she fucking left after I told her--

Just then I hear the toilet flushing in the bathroom and a few seconds later, the door opens and Jordan stumbles out.  She takes one look at me, but frowns as she wipes at her mouth.

Jordan: I told you not to come...

She’s not slurring on her words anymore, which is a good sign, but she stumbles past me, heading straight towards the bed.  I frown as I follow behind her.

Lex: Well too bad.  When you sound the way you did on the phone, I tend to get a little worried.  Now where are the drugs?

She spins around quickly and plops down on the bed, nearly falling right off.  She looks at me confused as she adjusts herself on the bed.

Jordan: Drugs?  What...drugs?

For a moment I think she’s going to get sick again, but she doesn’t.  I walk over to the bed, sitting down next to her on the edge.  To my surprise, she scoots away from me.  

Lex: You sounded pretty bad on the phone and said you hadn’t taken anything...yet.  I just assumed you were--

Jordan: What the hell do you care, Alexis?  You don’t love me.  You’re in love with Tim.  You’re going to marry him.  I’m just chopped liver to everyone.  What the hell matters if I overdose?  It’ll be just one less inconvenience around.

I shouldn’t but I pull my hand back and punch her in the arm.  She lets out an audible OW as she turns and glares at me, shocked and angry that I actually punched her.

Lex: Don’t fucking say that again, Jordan!  Do you understand me?!  I’m not going to sit here and let you talk like this.  I’m not going to let you risk overdosing!

Jordan: You should.  Just...leave.  Leave me alone, Alexis.  I...I can’t.  I can’t...I can’t...

She starts sobbing and is completely unable to speak an entire sentence.  She doesn’t need to, though.  I know what she’s trying to say.  She can’t stand being around me right now knowing that I’m going to marry Tim and she’s still in love with me.  She’s crying uncontrollably and I move closer to her again, wrapping my arm around her the same way I had done months ago while we were in rehab.  And just like before, she falls down into my lap, a sobbing mess, and I run my hand through her hair, comforting her.  

I’m not sure but how many but several hours later, my eyes flutter open because of a crick in my neck.  I fell asleep sitting up, with Jordan sleeping in my lap, but when I wake up, she’s not there.  I crack my neck and look around the room in a panic.

Lex: Jordan?  Jordan?!

I jump up from the bed, looking around for her, but a few moments later she appears from the bathroom again, looking better than she had last night.  I breathe a sigh of relief as she walks up to me.

Jordan: Relax.  I’m still alive.  I just need to brush my teeth.

I nod and run my hand through my hair.  The sun is shining in through the window and my eyes widen.  I quickly turn and look at the clock on the nightstand next to the bed.  Eleven a.m.

Lex: FUCK!  I can’t believe we slept that long.  My phone...

I pull my phone out of my pocket and look at it.  It’s dead.  Of course.  Just my luck.

Jordan: Supposed to be somewhere?

I turn and look at her and take in a deep breath, nodding.

Lex: Tim...We’re supposed to...

I can’t even finish my sentence, but I don’t need to.  She nods slowly, knowing exactly what I was about to say, and she looks heartbroken all over again.  Damn it.  What was I doing?

Jordan: Well..don’t let me keep you any longer.  Don’t worry, though.  I’m not going to shoot up or overdose or anything.  As long as you’re happy, that’s all I need to keep me going.

She walks over to the edge of the bed again and sits down.  I should leave.  I have to leave.  Tim is waiting for me.  Riley is probably freaking out and Celeste is probably ready to kill me if I break Tim’s heart.  But, that’s not what I’m doing.  Wait...what am I doing?  I sit down next to her again, and this confuses her.

Jordan: What are you doing?  You’re supposed to be getting married.

I nod, thinking for a moment.

Lex: I’m not happy, Jordan.  Not completely, anyway.

She raises an eyebrow.  

Jordan: What...what are you talking about?

I take in a deep breath, thinking about the answer to that carefully.  I love Tim.  I couldn’t deny that, but looking at Jordan?  Really looking at her?  I couldn’t deny it any longer.  I bring my hands up and cup her face in them and I bring my lips to hers.  I kiss her, but not out of pity.  I kiss her because I want to.  I keep the kiss locked on for what seems like minutes before I slowly pull back.  Jordan has her eyes closed but she’s blinking slowly and then she stares at me, more confused than before.  I take in another deep breath, but I can’t even come up with the words to say.  I quickly stand up and head towards the door, ready to leave but she jumps up grabs me by the arm, stopping me.

Jordan: Wait...where are you going?!

I spin around and look at her.

Lex: I...I have to go to Tim...

Her jaw drops and she quickly turns angry.[/color]

Jordan: You’re fucking kidding me?!  You kiss me like THAT and you’re still going to run to Tim and marry him?!  I can’t...I can’t believe this.

I shake my head quickly.

Lex: Stop!  I need to go to Tim.  I need to talk to him!

She thinks for a moment before she relaxes a little.

Jordan: Oh...

Lex: Look.  I...I don’t know what the hell is going on with me right now.  I need to figure some things out, but I need to talk to Tim.  Just...trust me, okay?

She lets out frustrated sigh and shakes her head.

Jordan: Whatever, Lex.  Do what you have to do.  Marry him.  Don’t marry him.  I don’t--

I quickly kiss her again, trying to put her mind at ease even if temporarily.  I really don’t know what I’m feeling right now, but I know talking to Tim will help me figure things out.

Lex: Please don’t do anything stupid, okay?

Jordan blinks and she turns and walks back over to the bed.  I stare at her, waiting for an answer, which comes a few moments later when she throws her arms up and looks at me.

Jordan: Don’t worry.  I don’t have any drugs or anything in here.  It was just the booze talking, okay?  Run along to Tim now...

I’m half tempted to just stay here, but she shakes her head and urges me to go.  I take in a deep breath as I turn and quickly rush out of the room, almost regretting leaving Jordan by herself.

---

I didn’t have enough time to go back to the hotel to see if Riley was still there, and I couldn’t risk wasting more time in heading over to Tim’s to see if he was there either.  I told Riley last night that I would meet them at the chapel if it came down to it, and apparently it has.  I look like shit, but I don’t care, and I know Tim won’t either.  The taxi pulls up in the parking lot of the chapel and I see everyone standing outside, concerned looks on their faces.  But my attention quickly falls to Tim.  He looks more relaxed than everyone else and he looks good in his suit.  I pay the taxi driver and as I get out of the car, everyone looks in my direction.

Riley is the first one to run up to me as Tim, Celeste and Dax stand back quietly.  Riley isn’t happy with me.  In fact, she looks about ready to kill me, but before she has a chance to say a word, I hold my hand up.

Lex: Riley, not now.  I need to talk to Tim.

Riley’s jaw drops open and I look directly at Tim.  I nod at him and he nods back as he heads towards me.  Celeste looks confused and on holding back her own anger, but I keep my attention focused on Tim.  I take him by the hand and lead him far enough away from the others so they can’t hear our conversation.  They’ll find out soon enough, though.

Tim: We’re not getting married today, are we?

I take his hands in mine and look in his eyes.  He doesn’t look disappointed or even upset, but I can see the concern in his eyes.  I take in a deep breath and try to gather my thoughts and he gives me all the time I need.  I can feel everyone’s eyes on me.

Lex: Babe, it’s not that I don’t want to get married.  I do.

Tim: But...

I close my eyes and take in another deep breath.  What exactly am I trying to say.  I don’t even know anymore.

Lex: I’m just really confused right now.

Now he looks disappointed.  Shit.  This is not going well.

Lex: Oh God, I’m not confused about my feelings for you.  Trust me on that.  I love you.  I’m not denying that at all.  I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for you.

Tim: I sense another but...Lex, what the hell happened with you and Jordan last night?  Riley told me that’s where you were.

I growl and glance towards Riley, and she quickly turns and starts rambling something to Celeste.  I turn back to Tim and squeeze his hands in mine.

Lex: Nothing happened.  Nothing major anyway.

He looks at me more confused and I let out a sigh.  I’m not going to lie to him.  I can’t lie to him.

Lex: I kissed her...

He nods slowly and to my surprise, he pulls his hands away from mine.  Shit.  I screwed up, didn’t I?  I really screwed up.  Just as I’m about to freak out and start crying, he brings his hands up to my face and kisses me.

Tim: So what are you going to do?  Babe, I’m not walking away.  Not unless you tell me to.  Not unless it’s what you want.

Now I start crying.  I really don’t deserve him, but hell if I’m going to tell him to walk away.

Lex: I just...I have to figure some things out, babe.  I love you.  I really do.  But...I’m starting to have these feelings for Jordan that I don’t even know how to explain right now.  She’s in a really rough place right now, and part of it is my fault.  I...I can’t just leave her alone.

He nods and kisses my forehead.

Tim: I want to marry you, Lex, but I’m not going to force you into it.  I want you to be absolutely sure, so take however long you need to figure things out.  All I’m asking for is to just be honest with me.  Don’t hide anything from me.

I wrap my arms around him and kiss him again.  I wasn’t going to leave him.  That much I was one hundred percent sure about.  I just had to figure out what to do about Jordan and whatever feelings I might have for her.  

Lex: Will you still come to Primm with me?

He smiles and nods.

Tim: Of course I will.  If you need me there, I’ll be there for you.

Lex: Good.  Because I really don’t think I can beat Mercedes if you’re not there with me.  I probably won’t beat her anyway, but...

He quickly puts his finger on my lips, silencing me.  I narrow my eyes at him and watch from the corner of my eyes as the others start walking towards us.

Tim: Hey, don’t talk like that.  I know you’ve been discouraged lately because things haven’t been going your way, but you will turn things around.  And it’ll be this week against Mercedes.

Lex: I want to believe that, I really do.  But--

I’m quickly cut off as Riley, Celeste and Dax all walk up to us.  Riley wants to say something, but she keeps quiet.  It’s Celeste that speaks up first, though.

Celeste: So, lovebirds.  Are we having a wedding or not?!

Tim and I both turn and look towards our closest friend.  Sister, really.  I’m about to respond with the truth, but Tim speaks before I have a chance to get a word out.

Tim: We’re putting it off for a bit.  Lex wants to try and focus on her match, and getting a shot at the title as much as possible and she doesn’t want to feel like she’s ignoring her husband.  Not that I wouldn’t understand, anyway.  But, it’s cool.  I’m cool with waiting.

Riley glares at me and I can tell by the look on her face that she doesn’t believe Tim.  She shakes her head, but I turn my attention to Celeste.  Dax has his arms wrapped around her waist and she looks really happy.

Celeste: You guys really need to just get it over with.  I mean, we’re all here.  Lex, you kinda look like shit, but Riley and I can fix that pretty quick.  You know you want to marry him so--

Lex: I do, but I just can’t do it today, alright?  I’ve been in a bit of a funk in the ring lately and I just need to get back in the game.  I need to train for this match against Mercedes, and I don’t want to neglect Tim any.  It’s fine Celeste.  We’ll get married eventually.  Just need to wait a bit and let things settle down a bit.

Riley: So...what brought all this on, anyway?  You were so ready to get married yesterday...

I glare at Riley.  I can’t believe she went there.  She obviously didn’t tell Celeste about the situation with Jordan.  Tim squeezes my hand, trying to get me to calm down.  It works, and he speaks for me.

Tim: It doesn’t matter, Riley.  It’s fine.  Really.  We’re still together and that’s all that matters.

Celeste: So what now?

Riley shakes her head, clearly more upset than anyone else.  Tim turns to me with an eager smile on his face.

Tim: Want to get started on that training?  Staggs Dungeon?

I look at Celeste, asking her with my eyes.  She looks back at Dax and he nods.

Celeste: I’m game.  I could practice bashing in Veronica’s face again anyway.

Lex: Alright then.  Let’s go.  Riley, you want to join us?

She shakes her head, but I’m not surprised.

Riley: No.  You go on without me.

Lex: Come on, Riley...

Riley: I said no, Lex.  Just go train for your match or whatever.  I’m gonna try and get back to Phoenix earlier now.

Lex: You don’t have to, Riley.  You can come with us to Primm.

She starts walking away shaking her head.

Riley: No, that’s okay.  I’ll see you guys later.  Good luck in your match, sis.

I try to walk after her, but Tim holds me back.  He shakes his head and all I can do is let Riley walk to her rental car and leave.  I’m not exactly sure why she’s so upset with me, but I’ll have to find out another time.  I really need to focus on getting ready for this match against Mercedes, and once my phone is charged again, I need to send a message to Jordan to check in.  I’m all over the place trying to figure things out, but I can’t let it affect my performance in the ring.

---

Third time's a charm.  That’s the saying, right?  Either way, that’s what I’m looking for right now.  Because I need to turn things around, and not just as a whole in SCW, but in the ring against Mercedes.  I’ve got a bad track record against Mercedes, and I can’t let that record continue on Sunday.  And not only that but as people have seen recently, I’ve been in a bit of a slump as of late.  And I sure as shit can’t let THAT continue, either.

I’m tired of the way things have been going lately.  I’m tired of busting my ass, or at least feeling like I’ve been busting my ass, and still walking away on the losing end.  Especially in that match against Mikah and Sam at High Stakes.  I didn’t think I was being overconfident.  I just truly believed in myself and had faith that I could beat someone who so many people think is virtually unbeatable.  

And it didn’t happen.  Mikah won.  She might not have pinned me, but I couldn’t stop her from pinning Sam.  I couldn’t keep the match going and give me another chance to actually walk away with the win.  And what did that do for my desire to go after the World Bombshell Championship?  Well, take a look at the card this week and you’ll see exactly what it did.  Mikah “earned” her shot at Crystal Millar and the World Bombshell Championship by winning one damn match after being gone for six weeks and me?  I’m back at the bottom of the ladder to work my way up.

Mercedes is a great opponent to prove myself against.  Like Sam and Mikah, she’ll fight tooth and nail to walk away with the win.  I’m sure she’d love nothing more than to get another shot at the World Bombshell Championship, and who knows...beating me could get her that first step forward in getting that shot.  

But I can’t let that happen.  

I can’t take one more loss.  I can’t take busting my ass, proving myself time and time again, and it not working in my favor.  Not like it’ll matter either way, because I probably ruined any chance I had with my words on Twitter last Sunday, but...can anyone blame me?  I’m not going to defend or explain myself anymore.  I’ll just leave it at the fact that my brain to mouth filter malfunctioned for the day.  Maybe it’s still broken.  I don’t know.

One thing I do know is that when I walk into that ring against Mercedes on Sunday, everyone is going to see a side of me they haven’t seen in several months.  They’re going to see a more vicious side, because I simply can’t walk away with another loss.  I’ve lost three in a row and if I lose another?  Well, I may need to re-think my career path, because I’ve obviously been doing something wrong.

And if I win?  Well, it probably won’t matter either.  Mark Ward said it himself...I’ll never touch the World Bombshell Championship now.  But maybe I don’t want to.  Maybe I just don’t care anymore.  Maybe I’ll just use Mercedes as the first of many messages.  

That I can fight with more passion and more aggression and determination than anyone else while someone else holds the World Bombshell Championship.  I’ll kick Mercedes’ ass on Sunday and move on to the next Bombshell and the next and just…

Be stuck right where I am.  I’ll bounce back and beat everyone else.

Just not the one that really matters.  

Mercedes, I’m sorry for what I’m going to do to you on Sunday, but it has to happen.  We’ve faced each other twice over the last year, and both times you walked away with the win, but that ends on Sunday.  I’m not going to let you win.  We’re not in front of your home town people.  There’s no title on the line, but something a hell of a lot bigger is on the line for me.

My pride.  

People already believe in you.  It doesn’t matter if you win or lose, they’ll always love you and talk highly of you.  It’s why I need to beat you.  It’s why I have to turn things around and get a win, because the more I lose...the more frustrated I get.  And I’ll just keep losing.  

I have nothing but respect for you Mercedes.  And I’m sorry for anything I have ever said or done to you in the past, but now?  Things are different.  I’m different.  You’re about to face a different Alexis Edwards than the last two times we faced.  

And Alexis Edwards that simply refuses to lose any longer.  An Alexis Edwards that wants nothing more than to beat you.

An Alexis Edwards that has everything to lose…

See you Sunday, Mercedes!

 Rock.  Bottom.  You know, that place that so many of us have to hit at one point or another before we can truly change our lives for the better.  We have to hit rock bottom to open our eyes to the dark road we are headed down.  For some, rock bottom ends in irreversible tragedy.  But for others, rock bottom is a saving grace.  I’m one of those lucky ones I guess.

Three months ago, my eyes were finally opened to the mess that I had made of my life.  And I was finally able to see just where I was headed if I didn’t make a change, and soon.  I wasn’t expecting taking time off from SCW so soon, nor did I really want to, but when I was stupid enough to let myself get caught drinking backstage...Well, I was given no choice was I?  And that was just the start of my downfall, because the stress of being kicked off the Japan tour turned into something worse.  Much worse.  And I could have easily spent a considerable amount of time in jail, but again I didn’t.

I know I claimed up and down that I hated my twin sister, Riley.  I blamed her for our parents constantly overlooking me when we were growing up and, ultimately, blamed her for my a Nobody in everyone’s eyes.  The fact is, that wasn’t the case.  The truth is, I’ve needed to change for so long, I was blind to what was really going on.  Riley was always just trying to help me.  She wasn’t trying to sabotage me.  No one was.

I was sabotaging myself.

After I beat the hell out of Riley and nearly killed her and she forgave me, I knew what I had to do.  I didn’t wait until SCW returned to Las Vegas to talk to Christian Underwood.  I didn’t try and fight to keep my job and come back to SCW.  No, I did something I never ever saw myself doing.

I checked into rehab.  

I had to face the cold hard truth.  I had anger issues.  I was, of and on, a cutter.  And eventually, the cutting wasn’t enough to cope with my problems so I turned to alcohol.  I’m not even twenty-one yet and already I’ve had a drinking problem.  What a mess, huh?

I wasn’t certain of how my future would pan out.  I had no idea how long I would be in rehab or where I would go once I left, but after I talked to Riley, face to face after I attacked her, I knew it was what I really needed.  

So I walked through the front doors of the rehab facility, nervous as hell…

And I checked myself in.

---

Thursday May 19th
Las Vegas, Nevada
Undisclosed Rehab Facility

You can do this, Alexis.  Just move your feet and walk inside.

What the hell am I saying?  I can’t fucking do this!  This is a sign of weakness, and that’s the complete opposite of everything I have ever worked for.  No.  Doing this is a complete mistake.  I need to just turn around and head back to my apartment.  I need to meet with Christian Underwood as soon as SCW comes back to Vegas and fight to keep my--

What the fuck am I thinking?!  I nearly killed Riley the other night, and I’m a complete disaster.  Because of my occasional cutting and worsening drinking problem I’m also a danger to myself so I have to do this.  You have to walk inside, Alexis.  Get a move on it!

It takes me several minutes of standing outside the building with a bag of clothes in hand.  I stare at the doors and the entire outside of the building and just argue with myself for a while before I take in a deep breath.  I put one foot in front of the other, and I can feel myself shaking.  The nerves have completely consumed my body, and I’m not entirely sure why.  I shouldn’t be ashamed of this decision, right?  I’m going willingly, which is more than other people can say.

It seems like a never ending walk, but I finally reach the doors.  I grab a hold of the handle and open the door before stepping inside.  And if I thought the nerves were bad as I was standing outside, they’ve increased ten-fold now.  I stand directly in the doorway, my eyes falling on the front receptionist desk.  There are a couple of people in the waiting area just to my right, no doubt here to visit someone.

But not me.  No, I’m here to check myself in.

The receptionist looks up and spots me at the doorway.  I’m standing there, frozen, and looking around completely terrified.  She offers me a friendly smile as she greets me from behind the desk.

Receptionist: Are you alright, miss?  Is there something I can help you with?

I look around nervously and take a few more steps forward.  She keeps her eyes on me the entire time and I adjust the strap of my bag over my shoulder as I approach the desk.

Alexis: If you’re one of the shrinks here, then I hope so.  I’m, uh...I need to check myself in.  If that makes sense.

She nods at me, remaining friendly and non-judgemental the entire time.  I’m a little surprised by this, but she turns her chair around and walks over to a file cabinet, taking out a sheet of paper.  She turns back around and grabs a clipboard and a pen, handing them all to me.

Receptionist: Let me start by saying congratulations on taking the first step towards your recovery.  Voluntary admission is a rare thing, so we always applaud anyone who is able to make that decision.

Alexis: Uh, thanks.  I think.

I set my bag down on the floor and take the clipboard, glancing over the paperwork quickly.  

Receptionist: I’ll need you to fill out that form in full with as much detail as possible.  Try not to leave anything out, as every bit of information you give us will help come up with a treatment plan or your therapists and doctors here.

I look at the questionnaire part of the form and let out a laugh as one question catches my eye.

Alexis: Last sexual encounter?  Are you serious?  I’m here for my drinking and anger problems, not a damn pelvic exam or some shit.

She lets out a laugh and shakes her head at me.

Receptionist: This is a rehab facility, sweetheart.  Addiction comes in many forms.  Substance abuse isn’t the only form.

Alexis: So there’s sex addicts here, too?  Shit, this should be interesting.

Receptionist: Sexual activity of any kind is forbidden, so don’t get any ideas.

I let out an awkward laugh and shake my head.  

Alexis: I’m not some sex-crazed whore.  I wasn’t getting any ideas.  I was just...Nevermind.

Receptionist: You can have a seat in the waiting area while you fill out your paperwork.  Once your finished, bring it back to me so I can put your information into the computer so one of the therapists can start the admission process.

I nod slowly, still unsure of my decision to do this, but I pick my bag up from the floor and walk over to the waiting area.  Just as I take a seat, the two people there are called down the hall to visit their loved ones, leaving me alone, thankfully.  It takes me a while, but I eventually fill out the form completely and the most truthful as I can and I walk it back up to the receptionist.  She points me back over to the waiting area where I return to the seat I was in before.

I sit in the waiting area for what seems like hours.  My left leg fidgets from the nerves and I occasionally bite my nails.  Just when I’m tempted to get up and walk out, though, a middle aged woman in a pant suit appears from down the hall.  She’s holding a file folder in her hand and glancing down at it.

Therapist: Alexis Edwards?

Well I guess it’s now or never, right?  I slap my hands against my knees and grab my bag as I walk over to her.

Alexis: That’s me.  Shall we get this show on the road, then?

She looks at me sternly and turns around, motioning her hand to follow her.

Therapist: Right this way, Miss Edwards.  We’ll get this show on the road, as you say, shortly.  First I need to have an initial consultation with you in my office.  An initial ice breaker, if you will.

I let out a laugh and she turns her head to glance at me.  I immediately go quiet, almost feeling like I was being quietly scolded by one of my high school teachers.  She leads me to her office and I look at the name on the door.

Alexis: Kathleen Lambert.  So...should I call you Dr. Lambert then?

Dr. Lambert: For the time being, I think that would be most appropriate.  Please, have a seat, Miss Edwards.

I take in a deep breath and walk inside, taking a seat in one of the chairs just in front of her desk.  She follows and closes the door behind her then walks around the desk and sits in her chair.  She places what I only assume is my file on the desk in front of her, but she focuses all of her attention on me.

Dr. Lambert: So, Miss Edwards.  What brings you here?

My jaw drops open slightly, and I’m at a loss for words.  Did she seriously just ask me that?  I’m half expecting her to finish speaking, but she folds her arms across her chest and waits for me to speak.

Alexis: Seriously?  You read the form they had me fill out.  You know why I’m here.

She nods slowly and she keeps her eyes locked on me as she responds very calmly.

Dr. Lambert: You’re right.  I did read the form, so I know why you wrote that you’re here.  But I’d like to hear you say the words.  I want to know what brought you here, because speaking is a major factor in your recovery.  If you don’t talk, then you’ll only be here longer.

I let out a laugh.

Alexis: Umm, yeah I don’t think so.  I’m voluntarily checking myself in.  I can voluntarily check myself out anytime I want.

She shakes her head slowly, catching me off guard.

Dr. Lambert: It unfortunately doesn’t work that way, Miss Edwards.  You can ask to be released at any time, yes, but as your treating therapist, I have to sign off on your release.  So, if I don’t feel you’re ready to go home, then no, you can’t just voluntarily check yourself out whenever you want.

I can feel the rage building inside me.  This bitch can’t seriously do that!  I’m not some damn prisoner and I’m not going to let her treat me as one, either.

Alexis: Well if that’s the case, then I think I made a huge fucking mistake.  I came here to get help, not to be treated like some damn prisoner!

I try and quickly stand up from the chair and hightail it out of the building, but she speaks up again.

Dr. Lambert: Sit down, Miss Edwards.

Alexis: Stop fucking calling me Miss Edwards.  My name is Alexis!  And why the hell should I sit down?  You can’t just keep me here for as long as you want!

Dr. Lambert: Fine.  Alexis, would you please sit down?  I have no intention of treating you as a prisoner.  My job is to help you, but you need to want to help yourself in order for it to work.

Riley’s swollen and bruised face flashes in my mind and I slowly sink back into the chair.

Alexis: I do want help.  That’s why I came here!  I mean I’m a fucking mess and the other day I almost killed my twin sister.  I...I need help.

Dr. Lambert nods slowly and she stares at me with an almost understanding look in her eyes.  She should be disgusted after hearing that, but she’s not.  I guess I never gave doctors and shrinks enough credit.

Dr. Lambert: And I’d like to help you, Alexis.  I’m going to help you as much as I can.  You clearly have a lot of underlying anger issues along with your admitted alcohol abuse and self-mutilation so I’m not expecting this to be easy.  And neither should you.  Change doesn’t happen overnight, Alexis.  So I wouldn’t expect that to happen.

I bite my bottom lip nervously, letting every word sink in.  I know she’s right, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this terrified in my life.

Alexis: So how long do you think I’m going to be in here then?

Dr. Lambert leans forward, placing her palms on the desk.

Dr. Lambert: Honestly, it all depends on how cooperative you are with your recovery.  The easier you make things on the both of us, the quicker you will get out of here.  Does that sound reasonable to you, Alexis?

I think for several moments.  Several long moments, actually.  I take in a deep breath and nod, letting teh reality of the situation truly sink in.

Alexis: Change doesn’t happen overnight...

Dr. Lambert nods with a smile and she closes the folder containing my information.  She eventually leads me down to another room where I’m officially admitted to begin my recovery process.  The entire time, as my nerves are racing, I make it a point to repeat that sentence over in my head.  My new motto as it stands.  Because change really doesn’t happen overnight.  

But I had just made an important step to changing for the better.

---

As it turns out, change would happen a lot faster than I thought it would.  I guess I was more open to improving my life and making up for the mistakes I was making left after right.  I was making bad decision after bad decision, rapidly ruining my life and it almost cost me everything.  But the second I made the right decision and checked myself into rehab, it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.  

But I missed SCW, and being in the six-sided ring the entire time.  The rush that I felt every time I stepped into the ring against any opponent was missing from my life, and I couldn’t let it stay absent for long.  So I made that one of my goals.  I made it a point to keep my return to SCW as something important, because I knew that the way I left SCW wasn’t the way I wanted to be known.  I couldn’t let me being kicked off the Japan tour for drinking backstage be the last memory people had of me.  I had to make my return, but I had to be different when I did.

And I am.  And I’m not going to let Evie Baang ruin all of this for me.  I won’t sit here and waste my time talking about her, because I’ll save that for when the time comes.  And it will.  Trust me, it will.

What I need to do now, though, is focus on the woman standing between me and my successful return to the ring.  A woman who I don’t even know because she made her debut during my time away.  My opponent this week.  

The Ravishing Romanian...Amy-Jayne.  

Amy-Jayne, I have to be honest, I don’t even know if you’re watching this right now.  I’ve done my research on you, and from what I can tell, you’ve turned into a major disappointment.  Welcome to the club, chickie.  But at least people had high hopes for you.  They were looking forward to seeing what you would bring to SCW.  I don’t know if you let that first loss get you down right off the bat or what, but ever since then you’ve just been...a let down.

I get it, Amy-Jayne.  I really do.  But the difference between you and I?  People actually believed in you.  They had faith in you and they had high hopes for you!  Just a few months ago I would have given anything to be in your shoes and had the respect of so many, but I didn’t.  People hated me, for good reason, and no matter how hard I fought, it didn’t change things.  And I just started to let everyone down.  I let myself down.

I’m back in Sin City Wrestling now, Amy-Jayne.  I’m back, and I’m all the better for it.  I’ve changed and I need to show people I’ve changed, and that begins with this match against you.  Some people might not think this match against you is an important one, but it is to me, Amy-Jayne.  Because I’m using this match as a way to send a message not only to Mark Ward, Christian Underwood and all the fans...but also to Evie Baang.  You know, the woman who you couldn’t even beat a couple of weeks ago.  How ironic that she faces you in her big debut, and I face you in my big return.  

It’s not good for you, though, Amy-Jayne.  You see, I tried to use my presence at ringside to distract Evie.  I tried to help you, Amy-Jayne, but you couldn’t get the job done.  But I will when I face Evie.  And I’ll get the job done against you, too, because I seem to want it more than you.

After this match, Amy-Jayne, I want you to do us all a favor.  Just leave.  Don’t be here if you truly don’t want to be, because your roster spot can be given to someone who truly wants it.  Someone who will put in the work and the effort to make a name for themselves, because clearly that person isn’t you.  And I’m going to prove that to everyone this Sunday.

I’ve been gone three months, Amy-Jayne.  It might not be that long, but to me it felt like an eternity, but I promise you that I haven’t forgotten all of my training.  I haven’t forgotten what it’s like being in the six-sided ring, wrestling for all of the fans.  But you want to know the most important thing right now?

I haven’t forgotten what it feels like to win.  And I WILL win on Sunday, Amy-Jayne.  I can’t afford not to.  It’s nothing personal, Amy-Jayne.  You just drew the short stick this week, and you’re going to pay the price.  

Alexis Edwards is back...and she’s here to stay.  

See you Sunday, Ravishing Romanian.

 Kobe, Japan
Unaired footage following Bombshell Triple Threat

The camera opens up backstage, not long after Natalie McKinley pinned Alexis Edwards after the hard fought battle between both women and Roxi Johnson.  The blank expression on Alexis’ face leads most to believe that she wasn’t too bothered, if at all, by her loss.  But she appears to be on a mission as she quickly makes her way down the hall.  She stops just outside the Bombshell locker room and before she heads inside, she looks over both her shoulders, making sure no one is following her.  When she thinks the coast is clear, she knocks on the door and waits.  After a few moments, when there is no response, she swings the door open to see that no one else is there and she darts inside, closing the door behind her.  

She rushes over to the far corner where her duffel bag is placed and starts rummaging through it until she finds what she is looking for.  Her silver flask.  She lets out a relieved sigh before she looks over her shoulders one more time and quickly untwists the cap, brings the flask to her lips and then takes a big gulp.  She savors the flavor of her drink of choice before she swallows and then takes another drink.  That’s enough to satisfy her craving for the moment and she turns around and sits on the floor against the wall.  

She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath and takes another drink, but just as she does, the door to the locker room opens and Pussy Willow walks inside.  Her eyes fall on Alexis, and the flask in her hand.  Alexis freezes, having been caught red-handed.

PW: Is that what I think it is?

Alexis shakes her head and lets out an awkward laugh as she tries to come up with a believable lie.

Lex: This?  Oh, it’s not what you think it is.  I’m not stupid.  I just think the flask is cool.  It’s water.

PW: Really?  Water in a flask?  Do you honestly expect me to believe that?

Alexis slowly stands up, nearly losing her balance in the process.  Pussy Willow stares at her, shocked, and she shakes her head.

Lex: I honestly don’t give a fuck what you believe, Pussy.  If I say it’s water, then it’s water.  Got it?

PW: Sorry, honey, but it doesn’t work that way.  You’ve been caught red-handed, and not only that, but I’m fairly sure you were drinking before your match, because you damn near fell just trying to stand up.  If I had to guess, I’d say you’re drunk right now.

Alexis laughs again as she drops the flask down into her duffel bag and then glares back up at Pussy Willow.

Lex: Do you enjoy trying to cause shit, Pussy?  You’re making something out of nothing, so just shut the fuck up.  I wasn’t drinking before my match and I’m not drunk!  I just got done wrestling and I--

Pussy Willow just rolls her eyes as Alexis tries to lie her way out of this situation, and she turns and walks out of the locker room.

Lex: Wait...where are you going?!

Pussy Willow doesn’t respond and Alexis runs over to the door almost as if she is going to follow her.  Instead, she just looks out in the hall in the direction Pussy Willow went and a panicked expression falls over her face.  She rushes back into the locker room and over to her duffel bag, quickly shoving the flask towards the bottom of the bag.  She quickly collects the rest of her thinks, making sure she has everything, before she rushes back over to the door, ready to leave the building.  Unfortunately for her, things are about to go very badly, as when she opens the door not only is Pussy Willow standing just in the hall, but so is Christian Underwood and three members of the security staff.  She lets out a nervous laugh as she looks directly at Christian, who has a stern look on his face.

Lex: Heya, boss.  Sorry, I’d love to stay and chat, but I really need to--

Christian shakes his head.

Christian: Not so fast, Alexis.  I need to see your bag, if you don’t mind.

She glares over to Pussy Willow then looks down to her bag, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Lex: Why?  There’s nothing important in here.  Not unless you’re suddenly into wearing women’s clothing and all.  Besides, I’m pretty sure that is intruding on my privacy or something…

Christian: It’s not if we suspect you have something that could be endangering the lives of my employees.

Alexis’ eyes grow wide.

Lex: Are you fucking kidding me?!  I don’t have a fucking gun or anything in here!  What could I possibly--Hey!  Get your hands off of me, asshole!

Alexis shouts at one of the security guards as he approaches her and grabs for her duffel bag.  She tries to fight, but Christian clears his throat and she turns her attention back to him.

Christian: I’d advise you not to make a scene, Alexis, as it will only make things worse for you in the end.  I’ll take a look in that bag, thank you.

Christian is then handed Alexis’ bag, and Alexis glares back to Pussy Willow.  As the situation unfolds, several people down the hall turn and stare at everything happening.

Lex: What the fuck did you tell him, blondie?!  Christian, whatever she told you is complete--

She’s quickly stops what she was about to say when she turns her attention back to Christian.  He’s just found her flask, and he’s holding it up for her to see, a disappointed look on his face.  Alexis opens her mouth to try and explain, but she’s not given the chance as he untwists the cap and smells what she has inside.  He shakes his head a few moments later, before he puts the cap back on.

Christian: That is most certainly not water.

Lex: Look, I can explain!

Christian: Save it, Alexis.  There is no explaining your way out of this.  Your time on this tour is over, and right now, your future in this company is on hold.  We can discuss the matter once we return to Las Vegas.  These gentleman will show you the way out.

Alexis’ jaw nearly hits the floor and even Pussy Willow seems surprised.  One of the security guards hands Alexis her bag, but she doesn’t take it right away.

Lex: You can’t be fucking serious?!  So I had a drink after my match!  Big fucking deal!  You’re kicking me off the tour over that?!

Christian: I’m not going to argue with you about this, Alexis.  You were caught and now you’re going to suffer the consequences.  I suggest over the next few weeks before everyone else returns to Las Vegas, you seek out some form of therapy, because you clearly need it.

The security guards try to grab a hold of Alexis’ arms to escort her out of the building but she yanks her arms away angrily, ready to put up a fight.

Lex: Don’t fucking touch me!  I’m not going anywhere!  This is bullshit!

Christian just shakes his head disappointedly as he turns and walks away.  Alexis tries to get his attention again, but he ignores her as he has other business to take care of.  Pussy Willow stands by and just watches as security leads Alexis away, almost kicking and screaming.

Lex: You stupid blonde bitch!  This is all your fault!  I SAID GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!  I CAN WALK MYSELF, DOUCHEBAG!

Alexis continues shouting and fighting as she’s practically dragged out of the building and, as it seems at the moment, out of Sin City Wrestling…

TBC…

 Sunday April 10th
What You Didn’t See on Blaze of Glory…

We lost.  We...fucking...lost!  I can’t deal with this shit right now.  I can’t be here anymore.  I can’t be in Phoenix one second longer so I’m fucking leaving.

Now.

Not later.  Not after the show ends.

Now.

Celeste isn’t happy with me, and neither is Tim, because I’m rushing around getting my stuff together.  My midsection still hurts following that spear from Keira, but I don’t really give a shit right now.  I’m ignoring any of the pains shooting through my abdomen, or even a little higher into my ribcage, because none of that matters right now.  This whole trip to Phoenix has been what I fully expected it to be.

A complete disaster.

Tim is standing outside the Bombshell locker room waiting for me and Celeste.  I’m not even paying attention to her as I gather my things and just toss them into my duffel bag, but I can feel her eyes practically burning a hole through me.

Celeste: Lex, you seriously need to chill out.  I know we lost, but we’ll get--

I narrow my eyes and they fall directly on hers as I sling the strap of my duffel bag over my shoulder.

Lex: It doesn’t matter right now, C.  We’ll never live this loss down, and we sure as shit won’t get another shot at Roxi and Keira.  Just give it up.

Celeste: Where are you doing?  The show isn’t even over yet.

I laugh and shake my head.

Lex: I really don’t care.  I can’t be here any longer than I already have been, so I’m heading to the airport and getting the fuck back to Las Vegas.

Celeste: You’re joking, right?  Connor’s match is coming up in a little bit!  He needs us here to support him!

I take a few steps towards the door, and Celeste.

Lex: He’ll have you and Tim here for him.  Me being here won’t do anything for Connor, C.  If anything, me being here in Phoenix is a fucking curse, so it’s best that I just get the hell out of here as soon as I can.

Celeste rolls her eyes at me.  I stare at her, waiting for her to step aside, but it doesn’t look like she’s going to oblige me.  I let out a sigh and just as I’m about to tell her to move, she takes a step to the side.

Celeste: Do what you have to do, Lex, but if Connor wins the title tonight and you weren’t here to see it, that’s on you.

Lex: He’ll understand, C.  I’ll catch up with you guys in a few days, alright?

She just shrugs her shoulders at me in response and I open the door and step out into the hall.  Tim is leaning against the wall waiting for me, and considering the match he was supposed to have tonight, he’s lucky to be standing here right now.  I never thought I’d say this, but thankfully his dad was there.  When I walk out of the locker room, he looks straight at me with a pleading look in his eyes, but I shake my head before he can get a word out.

Lex: Please don’t try and talk me out of leaving, Tim, because Celeste already tried.

Tim: You really don’t need to rush out of here like this, Lex.  And you shouldn’t.  You know what kind of shit people will be talking when they find out?

I shake my head and shrug.

Lex: I don’t care.  Let them talk shit all they want.  This whole week has been fucking messed up, Tim.  I just want to get back home to Vegas and forget about this whole week.

Tim: What about Connor?

Lex: Tell him I said good luck.  If he gets pissed at me for leaving, then fine.  I’ll just have to accept that and find a way to make it up to him.  But right now, I need to leave.

Tim: Fine.  I’ll go with you then.

He tries to rush down the hall to the men’s locker room to get his things, but I grab his hand and pull him back.  He turns and looks at me, confused, but I shake my head at him.

Lex: No.  You need to stay here with Celeste and support Connor.  Let me know when you get back to Vegas tomorrow and we’ll meet up.  Okay?

He doesn’t seem keen to go along with this and soon Celeste appears behind us.  She leans against the door frame and folds her arms across her chest.

Tim: Lex, I really don’t--

I quickly cut him off as I grab his face and bring my lips to his.  I can almost hear Celeste rolling her eyes as she turns her attention away while I kiss Tim.  A few moments later, I back away, and I can tell I caught TIm slightly off guard.

Lex: Relax, Tim.  I’ll be fine.  I’m not going to do anything stupid, and I’ll see you tomorrow

Tim: Oookay…

Celeste and I acknowledge each other one last time before I rush off down the hall, heading towards the exit to the parking lot.  A part of me feels bad, but at the same time, the longer I stay in Phoenix, the worse it will be for everyone.  The worse it will be for me.  I see the exit door just up ahead and I immediately feel a calm wash over me knowing that I’ll be out of Phoenix soon.  

Boy was I wrong, because the second I burst through door and to the parking lot outside, I skid to a halt as a stretch limousine is parking just several feet ahead of me, with the driver, wearing a suit and tie and all, is standing by the back passenger seat door, and he’s look directly at me.

Driver: Alexis Edwards?

I scratch my head, looking around confused.

Lex: Uhhh...yeah?  That’s me?

He opens the door for me.

Driver: I was instructed to pick you up this evening.

Lex: Uhhh, thanks but I’ve already called myself a cab.  I don’t do the whole limo thing…

Driver: Please, miss.  I insist.  Everything has already been paid for so you can save the money you would have spend with a taxi service.

He’s very patient with me as he waits for me to take a seat in the back of the limo.  I mull it over for a while and just as the taxi I called for pulls into the parking lot and directly behind the limo, I shrug and go along with it.

Lex: Fuck it.  I’m only going to the airport anyway.

I walk closer to the limo as the driver offers me a friendly smile.  Before I slide into the backseat, I look up at him.

Lex: These things come with complimentary drinks, right?

Driver: Of course, miss.  Champagne, soda or water if you wish.

Lex: Fucking sweet!  I’m in.

I really should have thought this decision through because as soon as I slide into the back of the limo and the driver closes the door, I roll my eyes at the other passenger.  I really shouldn’t be surprised to see Riley seated a little further down with a big smile on her face and a bottle of Smart water in her hand.

Riley: Hi, sis!

I roll my eyes and let out a sigh.

Lex: I should have known.  So...what’s with the limo?

The driver pulls away from the parking lot, and if I’m going to have to suffer through this car ride with my sister, I’m going to need that bottle of champagne.  I reach towards the cooler and pull the bottle out of the ice.  Luckily it’s already open, so I don’t need to fight with it, and I don’t even bother to grab one of the glasses as I just bring the bottle to my lips, tilt my head back and tag a big swig.  I spill some of it and Riley just stares at me with a laugh.

Riley: Well, I was hoping to pick you up after your match to celebrate a win.  I’m really sorry that you and your friend lost tonight.  I know how important this match--

Lex: No, Riley.  You don’t.  Please stop pretending like you know how important anything is to me in wrestling.  And, please, stop trying to buy my love because it’s not working.

I take another swig of the champagne, surprisingly enjoying the bubbly goodness, and Riley takes a drink of her Smart water before she puts it into the cup holder next to her.

Riley: I’m not trying to buy your love, Alexis.  The driver didn’t force you into the limo, did he?  I didn’t force you, did I?

I go silent for a while, not speaking a word as I enjoy the champagne, already having consumed half the bottle.  As tempted as I am to finish off the bottle in such a short amount of time, I ease back on the booze for the moment and look out the tinted windows, but I’m not even thinking of where we’re going.

Lex: Why can’t you just do what I say, Riley?  Obey my damn wishes and leave me alone for once.

Riley: Because I don’t think it’s what you really want, Alex.  You know the connection we have as twins.  If I thought it was what you really wanted, I’d walk away.

I shake my head and sigh again.

Lex: Really?  So the fact that I’m asking you repeatedly to leave me alone means nothing to you?  And sorry, Riley, but I’ve never bought into that twin ESP bullshit like you have.

She laughs.

Riley: Maybe because you’re not as open to the thought of it as I am.  Whether you’ve felt it or not, doesn’t mean that I haven’t.  Call it weird all you want, but I can always feel what you’re feeling in a way.  It’s why I’ve been fighting to be back in your life for the past several months.  Because I know you’ve been troubled for so long.

I try to tune her out as best as I can and I take another big swig of the champagne.  It’s not hard liquor, but it does the trick for now.

Lex: You know, if that were true Riley, you wouldn’t be so happy go lucky all the time.  If you could truly feel what I feel, you wouldn’t be in such a great mood all the time.  That shit really annoys me.  But, hey, you’d get along great with Roxi Johnson and just about everyone else in SCW.  Since they all hate me so much.

She frowns and shakes her head.

Riley: They don’t hate you, Alex.  They hate your attitude, and honestly, I can’t say I don’t blame them.  I hate your attitude, also.

I roll my eyes.

Lex: You’re not helping your case any, Riley.

Riley: I said your attitude, Alex.  How can you expect anyone to like such a miserable attitude?

Lex: Riley...Please, please, please stop calling me Alex!

She sighs and shakes her head.

Riley: Why?  It’s our thing!  I call you Alex, and you call me Ri.  I’m not going to just stop.

Lex: That was back when I could actually stand to be around you.  Back when we were somewhat like sisters!

The taste of the champagne is suddenly starting to get to me so I put the cork back in the bottle and put it back on the ice.  I look out the window again, vaguely becoming aware that we’re nowhere near the airport, but before I can bring it up, Riley responds to my last sort of insult.

Riley: And I’m trying to do everything I can to get us back to that, Alex.  Why don’t you--

I hold my hand up, hushing her.

Lex: Whoa, whoa, whoa...Riley...Whyaren’t you taking me to the airport?  More importantly, why the fuck are we at the country club?!

The country club.  The place where our parents threw us “our” grand eighteenth birthday party two years ago.  Except it wasn’t for the both of us.  It was all about Riley, because everyone that attended were all about her!  None of my family’s friends have ever liked me.  Why Riley would think I would ever want to come back to here is beyond me.  It’s full of nothing but hot shot bitches and assholes who think their shit don’t stink!  My parents included!

Riley: Look, you left Phoenix on bad terms and your homecoming hasn’t exactly been much better, so--

Lex: So what?!  Riley, what did you do?!

I’m starting to freak out a little as the limo comes to a stop just outside the entrance to the country club.  I spot someone walking up to the door on my side of the limo, but I turn my attention to Riley, now furious with her.  I hate surprises, but she seems to have forgotten that as she has an eager smile on her face.

Riley: I just wanted to do something for you to try and make up for everything that has happened.  I wanted you to love Phoenix again, because it’s our home, sis.

Before I have a chance to respond, the door opens.  I’m reluctant to even go along with this, but Riley urges me to get out of the limo.  Whoever opened the door for me clears his throat and I let out a growl and slide out of the car.  I half expect to see my father greeting me, but I’m left stunned to find someone else I know.  Someone else I hated more than my father up until a few days ago.

“Hello, Alexis.”

Lex: Aaron?!

Yes, Aaron.  My ex-boyfriend, Aaron.  The same ex-boyfriend who was apparently dating me and my sister at the same time.  The asshole actually has a friendly smile on his face!

Aaron: I know I’m probably the last person you--

I completely ignore him and turn to face Riley as she gets out of the limo behind me.  I make sure she knows just how pissed off I am and for some reason I don’t even understand yet, she steps in between me and Aaron.

Lex: What the FUCK is going on here, Riley?!  Why is this piece of shit here?!

Aaron: Alexis, please just calm down for a second, okay?

I turn back to Aaron, giving him the most malicious look I can muster, because right now I’m so pissed off I could probably murder him and not feel bad about it.

Lex: Don’t you tell me to fucking calm down you low life piece of shit!!!  Did either of you think I’d suddenly be all peachy fucking keen even after four years?!?!

Riley: Alex, please just let me explain!

Aaron: I wanted the chance to apologize for everything that I did to you, Alexis.

I’m so appalled that he even has the audacity to try and apologize to me that I start laughing.  I’m laughing so hard that my gut starts to hurt and Riley and Aaron just stare at me confused for a few moments until I manage to calm down.  Once I stop laughing, I look at both of them very seriously.

Lex: Fuck you both.

I turn away from them, prepared to start walking away from the country club, but it’s Aaron who grabs my hand and tries to stop me.  Big mistake, because my reaction is about to hit him where it hurts.  I bring my leg back and deliver a vicious dick kick.  He first drops to his knees before he face plants, groaning from the pain and Riley looks on in horror.

Lex: Don’t fucking touch me ever again, asshole!  You can fuck my sister all you want, and something tells me that is exactly what is going on here, but I really don’t care anymore.

Riley drops down to check on Aaron, and judging by the amount of concern on her face, I know I’m right about them hooking up now, but I just laugh and shake my head.

Lex: Better get him plenty of ice, Riley.  I kicked him hard enough to send his balls back into his scrotum for a long, long, long time.  Hope you got a good battery operated boyfriend, because he’ll be useless for quite a while.  Not that his dick was ever good for anything, anyway.

Riley: You’re always going to hold a grudge, aren’t you, Alexis?  Are you ever going to learn how to forgive anyone?

I laugh and shake my head again.

Lex: What’s the point?  It’s so much more satisfying being angry all the fucking time, because being happy has never gotten me anywhere.

Riley: For your sake, Alexis, I truly hope something changes your view on life.  It’s not even worth trying to help you anymore, because you’re just too damn miserable no matter what I do.

Lex: And it’s all because of you, Mom and Dad, Riley.  Just remember that.  My misery is your fucking fault!

I turn on my heels and start walking away from the country club.  I hear Aaron groaning some more and I have a sick smile on my face, proud of what I’ve done, but as I get farther away from them I’m suddenly flooded with other emotions...emotions I’m only recently familiar with.  I start running as fast as I can, fighting back tears as I think about how I’m going to get to the airport and out of Phoenix once and for all.

---

I got back to Las Vegas later than planned thanks to Riley’s unexpected detour.  She really thought she could trick me into going back into the country club and facing God knows who else?!  Especially after bringing Aaron there?!  I thought she was stupid before, but what she did is a whole new level of stupid.  

After my flight landed in Las Vegas, I thought about sneaking over to Staggs Dungeon and get a late night workout in, but I decided against that pretty quickly.  There’s a new night security guard, because after whatever it was, or wasn’t, didn’t happen between Vince and I, he abruptly quit and left Vegas.  I haven’t seen or heard from him since, and that’s probably a good thing.  

So I had the cab driver bring me back to my apartment.  The dingy little place that just gives me a place to call my own, but I haven’t spent enough time here for it to even be worth it yet.  I’m hoping to get some use out of this place over the next couple of weeks before having to head to Japan.  I don’t even want to think about that shit right now, though.  I can’t.

I’m sitting all alone in my completely darkened apartment.  Tim and the others should be back in Vegas by now, and I should have called him earlier.  But I didn’t.  Even thinking about Tim couldn’t stop me from returning to the dark place in my head.  The dark place that I’ve been able to avoid for several weeks now because of Tim.  

Several fresh cuts are now on my legs.  The old wounds were just finally healing and fading into what I had hoped would be the last of the faint scars to line my thighs.  But I guess I was wrong, because the events of the last twenty-four hours pushed me to do this.  And they’re pushing me to want to do worse, because I can’t seem to shut my brain off.

As I’m seated on the floor, leaning against the wall, I stare down at my wrists.  As of right now, they’re untouched.  They’re scar free, but who knows how long they’ll be that way with the mood I’m in.  I have my razor blade in my hand, holding it against my skin, but I’m startled back to reality as my text notification goes off.  I glance down to the floor where I placed my phone and quickly see that Celeste has sent me a message.  I half expected Tim to be the first to try and get a hold of me, so I ignore the text for now, returning to my miserable state once again.

Lex: What am I waiting for?  Not like people don’t know about my little secret anyway…

Yeah, I’m talking to myself.  Maybe it’ll help.  Maybe it won’t.  I don’t give a shit.  All I know is that right now I’m too tempted to do something that could be really fucking amazing...or really fucking stupid.  I press the blade against my wrist a little bit harder this time, and once again, my text notification steals my attention away.  I roll my eyes and grab my phone, deciding to see what the hell Celeste wants.

“We need to talk.  Meet at Staggs Dungeon?”

“Helllllooo?  Lex?!  Where the fuck are you?!

I shake my head and as tempted as I am to ignore her again, I have to respond somehow otherwise she’ll just keep bugging me.

“Don’t worry about it, C.  Just leave me alone.”

I quickly send the message and set my phone back down on the floor, hoping that she’ll listen to me and just leave me alone.  I lean my head back against the wall and bring the razor blade back to my wrist and close my eyes, thinking this through carefully.  But the second I close my eyes, I’m flooded with the events of the last two weeks.  Being arrested and sitting in the jail cell for days.  A less than happy family reunion.  Losing to Team Hero and then ending the trip off with coming face to face with the asshole who fucked me over in every sense of the word.  

I feel my eyes well up with tears and I can feel a panic attack coming on as I fight to catch my breath.  A few moments later, Celeste texts me back, but I can’t look at the message, or any message.  I can’t talk to Celeste right now.  I don’t want to.  As close as I am to actually doing something I told myself I’d never do, I quickly realize I can’t this time and I bring the blade back to my legs and make another fresh cut.  It temporarily works to take all of my emotions away and I take in a few deep breaths.  

I sit like this for what seems like hours until I hear pounding on my door and it snaps me out of my relaxed state.  I shake my head and look towards the door as more pounding follows.

Celeste: Lex?!  Lex, I know you’re in there!  Quit ignoring me!  We need to talk!  It’s important!

I let out a sigh and shake my head again, but I stay quiet.  She’ll eventually give up and think I’m not home and try to find me somewhere else.  Or at least I hope she will.  Unfortunately, she keeps at it.

Celeste: Come on, Lex!  Quit being a little bitch and let me in!  I’ll break down the door if you don’t!

I let out a quiet laugh and a few moments later, I hear one of my neighbors open their door and start showing at Celeste.  The two argue back and forth for a few moments before Celeste tells him to get fucked and his door slams shut again.  For a second I think she’s going to leave, but a loud thud against the door makes me realize, that’s not gonna happen.  A couple more thuds later and Celeste breaks into my apartment.  The light from the hallway shines inside and she sees me sitting against the wall.

Celeste: Fucking hell, Lex?!  What are you--

Her eyes fall on my legs, exposed by the shorts that I’m wearing.  She sees the fresh cuts on my legs and she rolls her eyes and closes the door behind her.  She slowly walks over to me, and I think she wants to smack me upside my head, but instead she just slowly sits down on the floor next to me.

Celeste: Tell me you’re not slicing and dicing yourself because we lost to Team Bimbo?

I stare ahead and say absolutely nothing.  The fact is, that is only a small part of my problem, and I really don’t know how to explain myself to her.  She lets out a sigh and shakes her head.

Celeste: Fuck, Lex!  It’s not the end of the damn world!  I didn’t want to lose to them either, but you don’t see me tossing back a bottle of pills or some shit because of it!

I turn my head slowly and just glare at her.  I stay quiet for a few moments before I let out another sigh, still holding the razor blade in my hand.

Lex: That’s only a small part of my problem, C.  Just..don’t worry about it, alright?

Celeste: How the hell can you tell me not to worry about it when you were ignoring my text messages and you’re sitting here in the dark in your dingy apartment with fresh cuts on your leg?!

Lex: I like the quiet right now.  Helps me think.

She lets out a laugh, but I can tell it’s not an amused one.

Celeste: Yeah, it apparently helps you think about the wrong shit.  What’s going on?

I shake my head, thinking about the answer to that question.  So much is going on.  So much fucked up shit inside my head, I doubt Celeste even wants me to answer that honestly.

Lex: I’m just...sick of everything, C.  These past couple weeks have been nothing but a nightmare.  I don’t know what the fuck I ever did to deserve a shit life like this but…

Celeste: But nothing, Lex.  Forget all the bullshit.  Quit dwelling on everything that’s gone wrong and just...enjoy life for once.  Don’t take this the wrong way, but quit being such a whiny bitch and move on!

I turn and glare at her again.  I want to say something in response...anything that will defend myself, but she doesn’t give me that chance.

Celeste: Look, you’re like the annoying little sister that I never wanted.  You drive me bat shit crazy sometimes, but that’s not gonna stop me from having your back.  You find something to complain about every damn day, and even I have to admit it’s getting a little old, but I’m here to smack some sense into you.

Lex: What’s the fucking point, C?  Everyone hates me.  They always have.  They always will.  You probably hate me because I couldn’t stop Roxi from pinning you.

She shakes her head laughs.

Celeste: That ain’t your fault, Lex.  It’s that stupid bitch, Keira.

I roll my eyes.

Lex: Yeah, and now she’s talking shit all over Twitter putting herself on some damn undeserved pedestal because of it.  It’s like she got the fucking pin and not Roxi.  I really fucking hate that bitch, C.

Celeste: That’s Keira Fisher for ya, though.  She thinks she’s God’s gift to, well, everything.  Always running around thinking she’s unbeatable.

Lex: And she thinks that I can’t beat her when the bitch has never even pinned me in the first place.  I’ve had to face her twice in tag team matches, and both times walked away on the losing end, but, no offense, I wasn’t the one getting pinned either time.

She laughs again, but I really can’t share her amusement.  The whole situation has me royally fucked in the head.

Lex: I just can’t handle this shit anymore, C.  As much as I fight with people on Twitter and complain about all the bullshit, I’m just...tired.  I’m tired of fighting.

Celeste: But you continue to fight...and not just with other people.  Shit, you fight your way through life and that says something.

I look at her, slightly confused.

Celeste: You know what I think you should do?  About the Keira situation, I mean?

I shake my head.

Lex: No.  What?

Celeste: Fucking prove her wrong!  Demand a match against her, one-on-one at the next show!  Shut the bitch up once and for all, because when it comes down to it, Keira ain’t shit without Roxi carrying her ass in every single match.  And she knows it.

I let out a sigh and shake my head.

Lex: I don’t know, C.  I shouldn’t even bother.  Let the bitch think--

Celeste: I’m serious, Lex.  Call Mark or Christian and have them book the damn match, because you know as well as I do that you CAN beat that bitch in a singles match.  Do you really want her to keep running around with that fucking attitude she has and YOU get painted out to be the bad guy?

Lex: Fuck no!  But, even if...Sorry when I beat that bitch, she’ll find some excuse and call it a fluke or some shit like everyone else does.  And besides, her and Roxi still have the damn Bombshell tag titles.

I take in a deep breath and look back to the razor blade still in my hand.  As I stare at it, Celeste notices and she finally smacks it out of my hand.

Celeste: Who the fuck cares?  Let them think those titles matter.  We both know they don’t, and as much as I wouldn’t have minded us being the tag champs, you know what would have happened the second we won them.  People would say that we killed the division when in reality it’s all on fucking Team Hero.  I’m not gonna let you sit here wallowing in your fucking self pity and going back to slicing yourself again.  I’m not gonna sit here and have to worry about you, too.

Wait...what?  Me, too?  I raise my eyebrow curiously.

Lex: What do you mean you’re not gonna worry about me too?  Who else do you have to worry about?

I see her bite her bottom lip, almost reluctant to tell me right now, but I can sense something is wrong.

Celeste: I don’t know if I should even tell you right now with the mood you’re in.  It’s why I was trying to get a hold of you in the first place.

Lex: C, just tell me what the fuck is going on.  Is...is something going on with Tim?  Is that why he hasn’t called me yet?

She just looks me in the eye and I can tell she’s holding something back.  I narrow my eyes, just demanding she tell me with one look and she takes in a deep breath.

Celeste: Alright, I’ll tell you, but you better fucking promise me you won’t go for that razor blade after I tell you.

I quickly stand up and walk over to where the razor blaze landed.  I reach down, pick it up and walk over to one of the windows.  I open the window and toss it out to the ground below before I shut the window and turn around to face here again.

Lex: Happy?  Now just tell me what the fuck is going on with Tim…

Celeste nods and then slowly gets back to her feet.  I’ve got an awful feeling that I don’t really want to know what’s going on with Tim, but...I have to know.  Fuck my problems…

---

The Roasting Of Keira Fisher-Johnson
Sasebo Sports Bunka Hall
Nagasaki, Japan

It’s a cool night in Nagasaki.  About sixty degrees fahrenheit, which is the perfect night for what I have planned.  You see, I had tried to get into the Sasebo Sports Bunka Hall earlier when I got to Nagasaki, but the damn doors were locked and no one would let me in.  Couple that with the fact I don’t really have the patience to try and check into a hotel when I don’t speak a word of Japanese, I got a bit of an idea.  It took me a while to find what I needed but...here I am.

I’ve set up shop just outside the Sasebo Sports Bunka Hall.  Yeah, you heard me.  How, you might ask?  Well, take a look at my ingenious plan.  I managed to find a tent and some pillows and blankets so I’m all set to camp outside the venue until Sunday.  Normally, I wouldn’t do this type of thing, but hey...It’s only a little over twenty-four hours away so I think I can manage.  Too bad Tim’s not here because this coulda been a fun night.

Annnnnyway...I set up the tent just outside the Hall and set up the blankets and pillows just inside.  This beats sleeping in some shitty hotel any night of the week, but I’ve got something else planned, which is why I asked for an SCW camera crew to be here.  They arrived just in time, because I’m just starting to set up my little campfire outside my tent.

Cameraman: Uhh...what are you doing?

I think I’ve caught him off guard with my little setup here.  I have a stick in my hand and a little action figure in the other as my campfire gets going, and I look up to him with a smile.  Yes...a smile, assholes.

Lex: Don’t worry about it.  Just get the damn camera rolling and shut the fuck up.  If I wanted to answer questions, I would have asked for Big Tits one or two to be here, but I didn’t.

He just shrugs at me as he sets up the tripod and the camera soon after.  I tie the action figure around the stick, quietly laughing to myself, because what I’m about to do is going to be fun as hell.  It takes a little while, but the cameraman finally gets everything set up.

Cameraman: Alright, Alexis.  You should be good to go.

I take in a deep breath and look up just as he points to me and I see the little red dot light up on the camera, signalling we’re rolling.

Lex: I’m not too sure just how many of you are watching this, but I really don’t give a shit, because you see...I only want one person to see what I’m about to do.  Only one person matters, because she’s the unlucky bitch that I’m facing Sunday on Climax Control just inside this building you see behind me.

I point to the Sasebo Sports Bunka Hall behind me.  I laugh and nod my head, already guessing what people are thinking.

Lex: Yeah, yeah, yeah...I know what some of you are probably thinking.  I’m a little early to the show, right?  Take a look around me, people, because there’s a fucking reason for that!

The camera zooms out just a little so people can get a good view of my lovely little camp.  It zooms back in on me and my wicked smile and I hold up the stick for everyone to see.

Lex: You see this, people?  Do you see what I have here in my hand?

I point to the action figure that I tied to the stick.  I glare at the cameraman quickly, barking my next order at him.

Lex: Zoom the fucking camera in on this, dude!  Because I doubt you’ve done it…

He rolls his eyes but nods his head, signalling he’s done as I’ve ordered him to do.  Once the camera is zoomed in on the action figure, I’m sure everyone can get a good look at just who the action figure is.



I let out a laugh, just imagining the response in my head.

Lex: Just in case you people can’t tell, this here is Keira Fisher-Johnson.  Complete with her World Bombshell Tag Team Title!  Isn’t she just lovely?!

I shake my head and roll my eyes, as my sarcasm should have given away that was just a rhetorical question.  The camera zooms back out a little as I look towards the Keira action figure, then to the fire in front of me and I laugh again.

Lex: You see, just a little while ago, I got this brilliant idea.  All week, I’ve been waiting for this match.  Hell, I’ve been waiting for this match for a lot longer than just a week, but I’ve tried to keep quiet on Twitter for much of this week because let’s face it, I knew everything I said or did, Keira would somehow use against me.  That, and honestly, I wanted to save all my energy for Sunday, because I am looking forward to nothing more than ripping Keira apart all over the six-sided ring.

I keep my eyes locked on the Keira action figure, spinning the stick around in my hand as I think quietly for a moment.

Lex: Sunday is when I literally get to rip Keira apart.  Sunday is when nothing will be standing in my way.  Speaking of which, big thanks to Christian Underwood for making this one no outside interference, because regardless of what Keira thinks, that’s only going to work in my favor and not against it.

I twirl the stick in my hand again, and dangle it ever so close to the fire with a wicked smile on my face.

Lex: But tonight...tonight I’m going to rip Keira apart in a figurative way and a symbolic way, because I wanted to have a little fun.  So tonight...I give to you people...The Roasting Of Keira Fisher Johnson!

I reach behind me, pulling out another contraption that I put together for tonight.  A roasting spit.  You know, those things that sit over an open fire so you can cook your food?  Anyway, I put the stick in the contraption, aligning the Keira action figure just over the fire and I slowly start to turn it around.

Lex: I think this goes without saying, but over the next few minutes, I’m going to list all of the reasons I hate Keira Fisher Johnson, all while I slowly watch her melt to death.  I wish it could be the real Keira, but I’m pretty sure the stench coming from her melting flesh would do more damage than an atomic bomb being dropped on Japan.  Ouch...was that a little harsh?

I let out a chuckle, not really giving a shit who I offend as I continue to turn the stick, watching the plastic start to melt.

Lex: For months...MONTHS...Keira has been a painful thorn in my side, but it’s about time I fucking get rid of her and shut her up.  Regardless of what she says, or how high and mighty she is, A LOT of people have been begging me to do just that.  I’ve been begging myself to do just that.  So...it’s time.

I pick up the stick for a moment as the plastic starts to melt a little faster and I want to take my time.  I want this to be a slow process, just like I want Keira to suffer very...slowly.

Lex: So here goes.  Reason number one on why I hate Keira Fisher Johnson, and it’s one of the more recent reasons added to my long list.  Keira and Roxi are always hyping themselves as such valiant superheros, right?  They talk about how they’re here to help people and how they’re such good people?  Alright, I can give that much to Roxi, because her cheery fucking attitude never waivers no matter what you do to her, but Keira?  That bitch is such a fucking fraud and she’s been known to have an even bigger temper than me!  Pot calling the kettle black much, Keira?

I lower the action back into the fire again, letting Keira’s head melt for a moment.

Lex: And here’s the thing...they’re supposed to be friends with Despayre, right?  Well...at least Roxi is. Let me ask all of you people this...Where the FUCK have Keira and Roxi been during all this shit with Crystal treating Despayre like shit?  Oh...that’s right...Inviting the bitch to their second wedding!  I’m guessing that was all Keira’s doing because she has some secret fantasy of turning Crystal into a lesbian.  She’s probably expecting some fucked up lesbian threesome with Roxi and Crystal.  Keira is so fucking into herself, she really thinks that everyone secretly wants to have sex with her.  Get the fuck over yourself, Keira!  I don’t even know why your WIFE would want to have sex with you!

I pull the action figure out of the fire, watching the melted plastic slowly run down the stick.

Lex: If Keira thinks she’s God’s gift to women, all I can say is I hope to fuck God has an exchange counter, because Keira is such a fucking slut, her vagina should be in the NFL Hall of Fame for being the greatest wide-receiver!

I hear the cameraman let out a laugh at that one, and a huge grin grows on my face.

Lex: Like that one?  Oh, I’ve got a lot more where that came from.  How about this one?  What do Keira Fisher Johnson and a horse have in common?  They both stand there and give free rides!

Another laugh from the cameraman, and I nod.

Lex: What’s the difference between Keira Fisher Johnson and a hockey player?

I’m almost reluctant to say this one, but fuck it...Keira deserves everything I’m about to say to about her.

Lex: A hockey player showers after three periods.

I shudder at the thought and the cameraman lets out a loud gag, and I almost think he’s going to puke.  I manage to let out a laugh, even though as gross as it is...Keira’s nastiness is the damn truth.

Lex: Yeah, not such a pretty thought, is it?  Keira Fisher Johnson is so nasty, you could stick a cucumber up her vag and you’d pull out a damn pickle!  She’s been fisted more times than a boxing bag.  That slut has been on more laps than a fucking napkin!

The cameraman momentarily has to step away from the camera as he’s laughing so hard and can barely keep the camera still.  I place the Keira action figure back over the fire and look back into the camera.

Lex: The list goes on and on and on, people.  But, I feel like I need to get a little serious here, because we are in Japan after all.  The land of beautiful temples, and Keira has a lot in common with a temple.  They’re both open to everyone, day or night!

I burst out laughing again, but I hold up my hands slowly trying to calm myself down.  I’m enjoying this way too much, but I’m going to enjoy beating the shit out of Keira even more.

Lex: Alright, alright...I’ll take it easy now.  Because I know when it comes down to it, my words against Keira don’t mean shit.  It all comes down to what’s gonna happen in that ring on Sunday and trust me when I say that Keira has a whole world of hurt coming at her on Sunday.  I know for a fact she’s going to underestimate me and call me a joke or whatever other bullshit she can come up with, but once I have that bitch one on one in that ring?  She’s gonna suffer.

The Keira action figure is almost fully melted now as the plastic drips into the fire and I just keep my eyes locked on it.

Lex: I’m so sick of Keira thinking she’s hot shit and thinking that she’s unbeatable just because her and Roxi are now the longest reigning World Bombshell Tag champs.  Bitch, your WIFE got you there, not you!  Your WIFE is the star of Team Hero, not you!  You’re the biggest fucking fake in Team Hero, and you’re too self absorbed, you can’t even see it.  But I’m sure once I beat you on Sunday, you’ll run back your life on Twitter.  You’ll sit there and tweet your entire love life for everyone to see, even the kids who look up to you, and prove just how disgusting you are.  You know, I don’t know how your love life can be that satisfying if you have to sit there and tweet about what you’d like to do, or what you are doing or blah blah blah.  Seems like you’re trying to CONVINCE people that the two of you are so fucking perfect together, but you’re really not.  On Sunday, Keira, I’m going to prove to everyone...your wife included...why she should kick your filthy ass back to the street corner where I’m guessing she found you, because she really needs to do herself, and the rest of us, a favor and make you disappear.

The last of the plastic melts off of the stick and falls into the fire.  I grab a clean stick just behind me and a bag of marshmallows and I hear the cameraman let out a chuckle again.

Lex: What?  You didn’t honestly think I was going to use the same stick, did you?  That bitch is tainted meat!

I slide a few marshmallows on to the stick and look back into the camera.

Lex: You’re time is up, Keira.  You know, Tommy Knocks was right about one thing on The Hotwire this week.  This is a blood feud, Keira.  This is a blood feud because I want nothing more than to spill your fucking blood all over the ring...hell even all over the damn building!  But as much as Tommy was right about that, he was wrong about one thing.

I stop for a second and take in a deep breath, looking into the camera very seriously.

Lex:  Mikah versus Crystal won’t be the real main event of the night.  Credit where it’s due, I hope Mikah murders Crystal, but this match between you and me?  It’ll be the real star of the night...or it should be.  After the beating I’m going to give you on Sunday, Keira, it’s time for you to shut your fucking mouth and admit once and for all that I can, and DID beat you, because it’s gonna happen.  No ifs, ands or buts about it.  No outside interference.  No help from your skanky friend, Jenny Tuck and no one in the Nobodies helping me out.  On Sunday...I’m either going to pin your shoulders to the mat fair and square, or I’m going to make you fucking tap out like the bitch that you are.  Don’t think it’ll happen?

I shrug before I lower the marshmallows just above the fire.

Lex: That’s your fucking problem, then.  I’ll see you Sunday, Keira.  Right here at the Sasebo Sports Bunka Hall.

The camera continues rolling as I roast the marshmallows and I glare at the cameraman.  I’m temporarily distracted from the marshmallows I don’t notice them catch on fire and start burting.

Lex: Dude...I’m fucking done.  You can shut the damn camera---FUCK!  You made me burn my damn marshmallows!

I quickly blow out the flame engulfing the marshmallows and reach for fresh ones as the cameraman finally stops recording, and the scene fades...to black!

 Monday February 15th
Long Beach Memorial Hospital
Adding Insult To Injury

So tonight didn’t go as planned and once again, I walked away from a match with Mercedes Vargas on the losing end the whole thing.  What the fuck is my problem?  It’s not that damn hard to beat Mercedes Vargas and now this time, she walked away with my fucking title!  Could tonight get any worse?

I don’t even know where I’m at right now.  After that botched suicide dive when my head connected with the damn steel barricade, I lost all sense of, well, everything.  People might have thought I was knocked out after that, but I wasn’t.  I never lost consciousness, but I was knocked silly for a while.  Shit, I’m still a little out of it.

After they helped me to the trainer’s locker room in the back and the medical staff checked me out, they decided to take me to the hospital.  In my mind, I wanted to argue with them because I fucking hate hospitals, but because I wasn’t even coherent enough to get a word out and I was still seeing double, I was taken against my will.  Fan-fucking-tastic.  I don’t know why, but the doctors admitted me over night.  Hopefully it’s not any longer than overnight because I’d really like to get back to Las Vegas and relax for a while.  I’d like to forget last night ever happened.  Which, considering that hit to the head, it shouldn’t be too difficult to claim.

I think it’s early in the morning right now, because after being bugged by one of the nurses for the billionth time, all is quiet, which can only mean that it’s shift change time.  Thank fuck for that, because the nurses I had last night were fucking bitches and they’re lucky I didn’t want to move much.  I probably would have beat the shit out of them if I could have.  

I’ve had enough of laying on my right side, so I decide to switch to my left side.  Big fucking mistake because when I roll over and look just a few feet away from my bed I see someone I don’t want to see sleeping in the chair.

Lex: What the fuck are you doing here?!

That’s the first full sentence I’ve spoken in over twelve hours and I’m shocked at how clear it came out.  My shouting has now woken up the woman sleeping in my room.  My mother!  Seriously...what the fuck is she doing here?!  She looks surprised to see me awake as she jumps out of the chair and dashes over to my bedside, completely ignoring the fact I don’t want her here.

Mother: Oh honey, it’s so good to see you awake.  I was so worried!  How are you feeling?

She tries to take my hand but I pull away and continue glaring at her.

Lex: Cut the crap, mom.  What the fuck are you doing here?

Mother: It’s not an act, sweetie.  I was at the show last night and saw your match.  When I saw you hit your head, I was worried sick.

Lex: Yeah, sure you were.  I don’t want you here and I know you sure as shit don’t want to be here so you can leave now.

I see the rejected look on her face and I can say with one hundred percent honesty that it brings joy to my heart to see that look.  Considering I had that same look on my face numerous times growing up, it’s about time the bitch got a taste of her own medicine.  Her eyes well up with tears and I’m smiling on the inside.  I really am.

Mother: Alexis, if I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t be here.  I know I made mistakes when you and Riley were growing up, but--

Lex: Not when me AND Riley were growing up, Mom!  Just when I was growing up!  For fuck’s sake, what is it with you people?!  Riley and I are identical twins and for some fucked up reason, you favored her over me!

As I start shouting louder, I’m more aware of the pounding in my head, and the fact that I am now seeing two of my mother.  Fuck, if one wasn’t bad enough, seeing two is really pissing me off.  I close my eyes and rub my temples, trying to make this migraine go away.

Mother: What’s wrong, sweetie?  I’m gonna go get a nurse…

Lex: My problem, mother…

I pause for a moment, open my eyes even though it hurts like a bitch, and glare at her once again.

Lex: My problem is that my head was finally starting to feel better until I realized that you were here.  This bullshit that you and Riley keep pulling is not helping your case any.  I just...want to be left…alone!

Before I know, I’m crying...again.  Fuck, I hadn’t cried in years, and now for the second time in as many weeks, it’s happening again.  And in front of my mother!  Damn, Alexis!  Get it together!  I bring my hands up to my eyes and lay back in the bed.  My mother approaches me again and I can feel her running her hand along my arm, trying to comfort me as a mother should.  Yeah, a mother should but she never fucking did!

Mother: Honey, if you really felt that way, you wouldn’t be crying right now. Look, I’m not asking you to just forget everything we put you through when you were growing up, because I know you can’t.  I’m just asking you to find it in your heart to forgive me...to forgive us.  Come home to Phoenix while you’re recovering and let me help you.

Is she fucking serious?  I take in a few deep breaths and stare at her, a little confused.

Lex: Recovering?  From what?  So I hit my head.  Big fucking deal.  I hate to break it to ya, Mommy Dearest, but I’ve had much worse than this shit so I’ll be just fine.  And I’m not coming back to Phoenix.  Ever.  If I was welcome back in Phoenix at all, Dad would be here.  And he’s not.  So nice try.

Mother: Alexis, it was more than just a simple hit to the head.  It was a hard hit to the head, and you’re probably going to need some time off.  More than some time off, I’d say.  I know you enjoy wrestling and I’m so proud of you for accomplishing as much as you have in such a short amount of time, but honey you don’t need to prove anything else.  You could have been hurt so much worse.

I somehow find myself laughing now.  And not just slight laughing either.  I’m busting a gut, laughing so hard that it hurts, and my mother is staring at me completely baffled.

Lex: Like I give a shit?  I’m not going to just walk away because you think I should.  And you’re proud of me?  I fucking lost, mom!  Not that I ever wasn’t, but I’m officially a Nobody in status once again.  The difference this time is that I’m pretty sure I’m back to being a loner because I’ve succeeded in pushing away my friends.  But I’ll be fine.

She shakes her head.

Mother: No, you won’t, Alexis.  As soon as you’re released, you’re coming back to Phoenix with me.  You may accept pushing your friends away, which by the way they’re not true friends if they allow that to happen, but I won’t let you push me or your sister away.  Not to mention you have a baby brother you need to get to know.

Lex: I’m NOT going back to Phoenix with you!  Not now!  Not ever!  Just accept it, alright?!

Mother: Alexis--

Lex: Get out!

I’ve had enough and this bitch just won’t get it.  She tries to take my hand again, but I again pull it away and if looks could kill, I’d be watching my mother melt to the fucking floor right now.

Lex: Get out!  GET OUT!  GET OUT!  GET OUT!  NOW!

My head feels like it’s about to explode as I start shouting at her as loud as I can.  By this time, a nurse comes rushing into my room to see what is going on and upon seeing me so agitated she rushes to my side and just looks at my mother.  My mother is crying as she turns around, grabs her purse and rushes out of the room without anymore argument.  I can feel my blood pressure increasing and before I can say anything, the nurse injects a sedative into my IV.  I drift back into a drug induced slumber moments later, hoping I’ll wake up and that whole encounter having just been a dream.

---

Tuesday February 16th
Too late to say sorry?

A few hours after the argument with my dumbass mother and being sedated shortly after, I woke up and spoke to the doctors.  They wanted to keep me for observation at least another day, but I wouldn’t have any of it, so I left the hospital against medical advice.  Like I give a shit anyway. I’d rather rest and recover at home instead of in a damn hospital bed where I’m being poked and prodded every couple of hours.  Seriously, how the fuck is anyone supposed to get better in a hospital if they can’t even sleep long enough before the next nurse comes in for no fucking reason?!

Anyway, the flight back to Vegas wasn’t fun.  My saving grace was the painkillers I was given to help with my migraine.  I only took enough to just take the edge off during the flight but once I got home, I took more and knocked the fuck out.

That was twenty-four hours ago.  After I woke up in my apartment, I stumbled around my apartment, took a shower and then made myself something to eat.  I’ve had a lot going through my head since yesterday, even though I was pretty fucking out of it for most of that time, but some shit has come into perspective for me.  A lot of shit that I once again thought I moved past.  

Once I feel well enough to leave my apartment, I throw some of my things into a duffel bag and leave.  I’m on a mission and the first place I need to go is somewhere I know I’m probably not welcome.  But, I have to do this.  If my head were feeling better I would walk, but I take a cab instead.

A little while later the cab pulls up in front of the Staggs’ home.  I have to pay the driver a little extra to stick around, because I’m not expecting to be here very long.  I just have to see Tim.  I need to make sure he’s doing okay and I’ll be on my way.  Fuck this isn’t going to be easy.  I hand the driver the money and get ready to step out of the car.

Driver: That’ll buy you ten minutes…

I glare at him, shocked.  Is he fucking serious?!  I gave him more than enough cash!

Lex: You’ve gotta be fucking shitting me, dude.  That should get me at least twenty…

He shakes his head.

Driver: After ten minutes I’m out of here.

I roll my eyes and let out a growl, but I just nod at him.  I don’t know if I can limit this to ten minutes, but I guess I’m gonna have to try.  What a fucking rip off.  As I walk through the front gate and up the sidewalk leading to the house, I’m running over in my head what I’m going to say.  Shit...do I even know what the fuck I’m going to say?  I’m forced to think quick, because the front door swings open and Tim walks out.  He looks better.  At least, I think he does.  I’m not entirely sure.

Tim: What are you doing here, Lex?

Okay, not exactly the greeting I was looking for but I’ll take it.  At least he didn’t tell me to leave.  Not yet anyway.

Lex: I thought I’d stop by and see how you’re doing.  I didn’t get a chance to talk to you after the show on Sunday.

Tim: I’m fine.  I’m not the one that knocked herself silly on the steel barricade.

I try to let out a laugh, but it comes out a little awkwardly.  I take in a deep breath as I approach him.

Lex: I’ve been through worse.  You of all people know that.

He nods but stays quiet for the most part.  He sits down on the top step of their front porch and before I sit next to him, I spot his little sister, Eden, spying on us from the front window.  I stop myself from laughing and I take a seat next to him.

Lex: Your little sister is spying on us, you know?

He shrugs, but he doesn’t look back to Eden in the window.

Tim: That doesn’t surprise me.  She’s nosey, but it’s not like there’s anything to spy on.  I was coming outside for some fresh air before you showed up anyway.

Lex: Oh...okay then.

Both of us get awkwardly silent for a few moments until TIm turns his head and looks at me.

Tim: So...did you just come here to check up on me?  I mean...I’m fine.

Lex: You sure? Don’t get me wrong, you seem better, but...I just want to make sure.  Last time I talked to you, you looked like hell.

Tim: Yeah, well, Celeste and her mom seem to have everything under control for the moment so I feel a little better.

As soon as Tim mentions Celeste, I nod and look away.  I shouldn’t feel any jealousy because Celeste is...well...Celeste.

Lex: Cool.  As long as you’re good…

I really have no idea what the fuck I just said, or what I was trying to say.  I look up for a moment and see the cab driver pointing to his wrist in the car.  I nod, signalling it won’t be much longer, but I could be lying because it feels like I have a shit ton to say but not enough time to say it.

Lex: Look, Tim...I know I already apologized and all, but I feel like I have to do it again.

Tim: You really don’t--

Lex: No, I really don’t.  Just hear me out, okay?

I turn and look at him just in time for him to do the same and our eyes meet for a brief moment.  I look away first as I gather my thoughts and try and bring what is on my mind into the actual conversation.

Lex: I’ve screwed up recently.  A lot.  We had something strong going with The Nobodies and it all came crashing down because of me.  I can’t apologize enough, but I really am sorry.  I tried to do too much too fucking quick and in the process I managed to put some serious distance between me and you guys.  You specifically.

I know where this is headed, but do I really want to leave it there?  Do I really want to put everything out on the table and then just...leave?  I don’t look at Tim, but I can feel him staring at me the entire time.

Lex: You’ve been my best friend for the last two years, Tim.  You helped me out when no one else would, and you always listened to me, but I continually shit on that friendship.  It’s just what I manage to do all the time I guess.  But I want you to know I appreciate it all.  I appreciate everything you’ve ever done for me, even though it doesn’t seem like I do.

I notice the cab driver getting ready to step out of the car and leave my duffel bag on the curb, so I jump up quickly, signaling I’ll be right there.  He shakes his head impatiently and I turn back to Tim as he looks at me, confused.

Tim: In a hurry to be somewhere?

Lex: Me, no.  He’s just one of those impatient asshole cab drivers.  Anyway, I just wanted to stop by and say all that.  I don’t expect you to believe any of it, and I don’t blame you if you don’t, but it’s the truth.

He nods slowly as he stands up and I make a quick decision before I turn and leave.  I step forward and wrap my arms around him, hugging him tight.  I think I caught him by surprise because he doesn’t hug me back, but that’s okay.  This is just my last ditch effort to prove to him how sorry I am.  Once I step back, I turn around quickly and head towards the cab, making it so Tim can’t see the few tears that have started rolling down my cheek.  From the corner of my eye I see Tim frozen where he stands and just staring at the cab.

Lex: You can take me to the airport now, thanks.

I don’t even look back to Tim as the cab driver speeds off down the street and takes me on my way to the airport.  I wipe my eyes and take my phone out of my pocket, quickly sending a text message to Celeste.  Fuck, I hope she answers.

“C, where are you?  I really need to talk to you.”

I keep my phone in my hand, waiting for but not expecting her to text me back.  To my surprise she responds less than a minute later.

“I’’m in Boston visiting my dad.  Just call me.”

“No, I need to talk to you face to face.  I’ll be on the next flight to Boston and I’ll let you know when I get there.”

This actually worked out perfectly because I have to get as far away from Vegas, and even Arizona, as I possibly can.  I need to disappear, and soon.  Now that I’ve talked to Tim, I just need to clear things up with Celeste and then I’ll be on my own.  It won’t be easy, but I’ve done it before.  I can sure as shit do it again.

“WTF Lex?  This can’t wait until I get back to Vegas or the next show at least?”

“Nope.  I’ll see you soon, C.”

I quickly put my phone back in my pocket, ignoring any other texts I receive after that.  I stare out the window as we get closer to the airport.  All I’m feeling now is pure regret.  There was so much I left unsaid with Tim, but none of it matters now.

It doesn’t matter, because that was the last time I’d ever see or speak to him.  And I wasn’t ready for how much that would fucking hurt…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Next Day
Boston Logan International Airport
Boston, Massachusetts
Sister, Sister

“I just got off the plane.  You here?”

I tried my hardest to get on an earlier flight to Boston, but there was nothing available until this morning.  I sent a message to Celeste last night to let her know, and she wasn’t too happy with me asking her to pick me up from the airport in the morning.  But she ultimately agreed and I told her the flight details.  I just sent her a text to make sure she had remembered the information, and I’m about to get my answer when she responds back.

“Yeah I’m here.  I’m waiting out front.  Hurry your ass up!”

I shake my head as I put my phone back in my pocket and adjust my duffel bag over my shoulder.  It takes me a few moments to find my way through the airport as this is a new one to me.  I’m sure Celeste is getting more and more annoyed, but oh well.  She’ll get over it.  When I walk out of the airport and look around for Celeste, an obnoxious honking from a car several feet away catches my attention.  I glance over to a car I don’t recognize and see Celeste behind the wheel, waving me over impatiently.  I quickly head over to the car and open up the passenger side door.

Celeste: About fucking time!  Did you purposely walk through every inch of the airport just to make me wait?  Geez.

Lex: Give me a break, C.  I’ve never been to this airport before.  Relax.

I throw my duffel bag into the backseat and put my seatbelt on just as Celeste speeds off away from the airport.  Now I know why she usually has a driver.  The bitch is one fucking crazy driver!

Lex: God damn, C!  Think you can slow down?  Or are you trying to kill us both?

Celeste: Relax, Lex.  I know what I’m doing.  Though killing you is tempting for making me pick you up.  What the fuck was so important that you had to fly all the way out here to talk to me?

I let out a sigh.  I didn’t particularly want to talk in the car, but I guess she’s giving me no choice.

Lex: Like I said, it couldn’t wait until the next show.  Because...I won’t be there.

She lets out a laugh but she keeps her eyes on the road.

Celeste: If they book you, you’ll have to be there.  Nice try, though.

I shake my head but she doesn’t see it.

Lex: No, I won’t, C.  I’m not going back.  And I’m not going back to Vegas either.  I didn’t tell Tim, but I need to disappear.  I need to--

Before I can finish that thought, Celeste slams on the breaks and I hear the cars behind her doing the same.  Angry honking follows and she turns and glares at me.

Celeste: Excuse me?!  You need to do what?!

Lex: Uhh...do you think you could move the car out of the middle of the road, C?

She scowls but does as I ask.  She pulls the car along the side of the road, putting it in park and turning on the emergency lights.  Once we are safely out of traffic, she turns and glares at me.

Celeste: Happy now?  Now what the fuck is this all about?

Lex: A lot of shit has just come into perspective to me over the last couple of days, C.  As long as I’m in SCW and Riley and my mother know where they can find me at any given time, they’ll just pop up any time they fucking want.  I can’t keep dealing with confronting me like that.  And then there is the situation with Tim...and you practically hating me...and--

Celeste: Hold up there, Lex.  First off, I don’t hate you.  You piss me off and drive me batshit crazy almost all the damn time, but I don’t hate you.  Second, fuck your sister and your mother.  I’m surprised you haven’t beat the shit out of either one of them, but I’ll gladly do it if you’re too afraid to do it yourself.

I allow myself to crack a smile, but I say nothing in response.  I know she wants to say more, so I let her continue.

Celeste: And third...what the fuck is going on with Tim now?  What did you do this time?

Okay, that stings, but I guess I deserve it.  I shake my head and avoid looking at her.

Lex: It’s just everything that I have done already.  Not to mention the things I haven’t done...or said.  I went to talk to him before I went to the airport, but I left a lot of shit unsaid.  None of it matters anyway.  I just...I can’t keep doing this shit to you guys.  The truth is, my family fucked me up more than I thought they did, and now I’m turning around and doing the same to other people.  I can’t do it anymore.

Celeste sighs and shakes her head.

Celeste: Not that this needs to be asked, but what exactly did you leave unsaid, Lex?  You really need to make up your mind, because this back and forth game you keep playing is making me dizzy.  Not to mention pissing me off, but come on.

Lex: If you know you don’t need to ask what I didn’t tell him, why did you even bother asking?

Celeste: Because I want to hear you just admit already.  It’s so damn obvious, Lex, but you can’t even say it, can you?

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath as she continues to stare at me, waiting for me to speak up.  I take in another deep breath and decide to just get it over with.

Lex: I have feelings for Tim, alright?  Is that what you wanted to hear me say?

She throws her arms up in the air.

Celeste: Finally!  Seriously, Lex, everyone knows that you have the hots for Tim.  I don’t know why you couldn’t just fucking say it!

Lex: Why would I?  I didn’t want to make shit awkward between him and I, so I just kept my mouth shut.  Like I said, it doesn’t matter now because I’m not going back.

Celeste: Do you really think I’m going to sit here and let you tell me about your plans to just disappear and actually let it happen?!  You’re out of your fucking mind, Lex.  Disappearing will not do you or Tim any favors, and I’m not going to let you just fuck shit up even more.  Not gonna happen, so just put on your big girl panties and get over it already.

Lex: No offense, C, but you can’t stop me.  Aside from all this personal shit, I really have no desire to team with Steve Ramone in this stupid ass Blast From The Past tournament coming up.  I was actually looking forward to it, but when I found out he was my partner?  Nope...fuck that!

Celeste laughs and shakes her head.  I can tell by the look on her face that she wants to just knock me in the jaw, and I’m surprised she hasn’t.

Celeste: Look, you’re not disappearing, Lex.  You really think you could survive being on your own?  I don’t think so.  Not to mention, it’d be a big slap to the damn face if you just abandoned all of us like that.  I don’t blame you for not wanting to team with that douchebag, Steve, but I say you should just do what I would if stuck in that situation.

Lex: And what would that be?

Celeste: Kick him in the dick and walk out.

For the first time in a while we share a laugh, but my amusement soon fades and I lean my head back against the headrest.

Lex: I feel like I’m losing my mind, C.  I thought once I got away from Riley and my parents that I’d be fine, and for a while I was.  Tim was my best friend and you’ve been more of a sister to me than Riley ever has been…

She brings her hand up over her heart and I can’t help but laugh at the sarcastic touched look on her face.

Lex: Yeah, I finally admitted that, too.  But, it’s true.  I’ve seriously never been this fucking sappy in my life.  It’s almost sickening.

She nods.

Celeste: It really is, but that’s besides the point.  Do you really think I’m going to let you disappear after finally admitting all this shit, Lex?  Hate to break it to ya, but I’m not.  Once a Nobody, always a Nobody, Lex.  You couldn’t choose your blood, but you choose your family and this…

She points back and forth from me to her.

Celeste: This is a real family and it includes Tim, Connor and Tessa.

She thinks for a moment before putting the car in drive and looking around for her chance to get back on the road.  I look at her confused.

Lex: What are you doing?

Celeste: Driving back to my dad’s place.  Maybe getting away from Vegas will do you some damn good.  You’re farther away from the jackass, Johnny, too.  You’re stuck with me now, Lex.  You’re stuck with all of us whether you like it or not.

Lex: You’re seriously gonna hold me hostage?!  You can’t stop me from disappearing, C!

Celeste: You’ve obviously forgotten that I have ways of finding people, Lex.  And if I can’t, then my mom is more than capable.

I roll my eyes and sigh again.  Wait a minute...that gives me an idea…

Lex: I might consider sticking around if you or your mom could throw something together for me…

Celeste: Oh shit, this should be good…

Lex: Can you cast an anti-love spell or something?  Do whatever it is that you freaky witches do?

She lets out a laugh, but I’m dead serious.  I never thought I’d ask that, but...it’s worth a fucking shot, right?

Celeste: No can do, Lex...And either way, you’re staying.  Get over it.

I have to reach for the “Oh Shit” handle just above the window as Celeste speeds down the highway.  A huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders after finally getting everything out in the open.  Whether or not Tim will ever know the truth is still up in the air, but just admitting everything to someone allows me to breathe a huge sigh of relief.  I’m not exactly sure what hanging around Celeste’s dad will be like, but I’m about to find out soon.  And after that...there is only one thing left to focus on.

Round one of the Blast From The Past Tournament.  But at this point, I’d rather makeout with Roxi Johnson than be forced to team with Steve Ramone!

---

When I first saw the pairings for the Blast From The Past tournament, I thought someone was placing some sick joke on me.  I mean...they had to be, right?  I couldn’t have been so unlucky as to be paired with Steve Ramone of all people!  Imagine my horror when I found out that I was, in fact, teamed with Steve.  Hell...fucking...no!

Let me make something very clear right now.  The ONLY reason I signed up for this stupid ass tournament in the first place is because I knew that Tim and Connor were throwing their names into the mix and I had hoped to get lucky enough to team with one of them!  Not only that, but the odds of being teamed with someone who I hate with a passion was slim to fucking none, but I guess fate just fucking hates me!  Seriously...STEVE RAMONE?!

Steve, I don’t know where you got that sense of entitlement you seem to walk around with, because up until that miracle of you actually winning the Roulette Title at My Bloody Valentine, you hadn’t prove a single fucking thing other than the fact that you’re WORTHLESS.  Your nickname should be the Worthless One instead of The Fearless One!  Get the fuck over yourself, dude.  And do me, and everyone else a favor, and quit thinking that you’ll be the one carrying me in this match, or even in this tournament, because I proved I’m better than you already.  I won a fucking singles title just three months after signing with SCW and it took you, what, three YEARS to win your first singles title here?  Fucking pathetic.  Not to mention...the Roulette title isn’t something to brag about winning, dude.  Next to the tag team titles, it’s the most worthless belt there is!

I don’t think you’ve noticed, but we’re facing Ben Jordan and Raynin this week, Steve.  Ben Jordan! I can handle myself just fine against Raynin, but where the fuck do you get off thinking you can even stand up to a guy like Ben?  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not exactly friends with Ben Jordan, but he’s at least better than you!

Ben, I’m speaking directly to you now.  Please...Please…PLEASE do me a favor and shut Steve Ramone up one and for all.  Beat his ass as bad as you fucking can, because the guy has it coming!  I don’t give a shit about this tournament.  I really don’t.  I just want to see Steve Ramone knocked down a few notches and if you do me this favor, I will owe you one.  I seriously will.  I wanted to win this tournament in the beginning, but things change and now...well…

FUCK!  WHY DID I HAVE TO GET TEAM WITH STEVE?!

Seriously, what the fuck does that show when I couldn’t give a shit about winning a match all because of my tag team partner?  If Steve and I were to win this tournament, which I doubt that would happen anyway because Steve would do something to fuck that up...But, IF we were to win, we’d both get guaranteed title shots at the next supercard.  Sorry, but I’d rather earn that fucking shot by myself than have to worry about carrying Steve’s ass through the tournament and getting HIM a shot at a title he doesn’t deserve.  

Look at me...I’m sitting here just bashing and complaining about my partner and not my opponent!  Who is my opponent again?  Oh...right...Raynin.

Raynin?  What the fuck kind of name is that?!  Fuck, I don’t even care.  It doesn’t matter.  Why the fuck should I care about facing Raynin, when no one even pays attention to her anyway.  Last I heard, she went loopy as shit.

Look, Raynin...If you’re watching this, and I sort of doubt you are, or that you even understand a word I’m saying in that fucked up brain of yours...Do everyone a favor and just...go back to the loony bin or some shit.  How the fuck you were ever the Bombshell Champ is beyond me, because you’re not that impressive.  You’re not that talked about and no one even gives a shit about you.  I doubt you even realize that, but oh well.  Even though I could care less about winning this match, or even this tournament, doesn’t erase the fact that I’m going to kick your ass all over that ring.  You lucked out drawing Ben as a partner because I’m sure he’ll manage to win the match for you guys, but I still plan on getting a few good shots in first.

Just do me a favor, Raynin.  Keep that freaky blood sucking whore friend of yours away from the ring, because if she tries to sink her teeth into my neck...Well, there’s gonna be a huge fucking problem.  Are we clear?

Raynin, Ben...You two can advance to the next round for all I care.  The second Steve was drawn as my partner my chances went out the fucking window.  I just want to kick ass and let what happens..happen.

I’m not looking forward to it, but, see ya Sunday, bitches!

 Sunday November 22nd
San Jose, Costa Rica
Immediately After Climax Control
~*~ON CAMERA~*~

So things when a little bit different than I had originally planned.  I think it was pretty damn obvious that I had plenty of time to stop Melanie from pinning Crystal and I really was going to.  But it was a last minute decision…a last minute thought that popped into my head, and I just…stopped.  I’m still trying to figure out completely why, but right now, I don’t even give a shit.  I’m sure Melanie will brag that she beat me or blah, blah, blah.  But, really, she beat Crystal.  I let that bitch pin Crystal and everyone saw it.

Or maybe they didn’t.  It doesn’t matter anymore.  I just want to get out of this shit hole and figure out what I’m going to do next.  I’m looking forward to next week off and not having to go through another shitty triple threat match.  Maybe I’ll head back to Las Vegas for a few weeks until December to Dismember.  Fuck, I’m so happy that this world tour will be over after December to Dismember and we can just stick to the Las Vegas area.

After the blonde reporter with the big tits and horrible name tried to get answers from me, I slammed the door to the dressing room in her face.  The fact is, I didn’t owe her an explanation so I gave her the big fuck you so I could get my shit together and leave.  Before I left, though, I remembered that I couldn’t watching Roxi and Keira face each other.  I had a feeling it would be boring as hell considering neither of them wanted to face the other, and really…I was kind of right.

I suffered through watching that shit, and now I’m almost wishing I hadn’t.  I have a feeling in some sick sort of way, Keira probably enjoyed that match, because it probably gave her ideas for their nasty bedroom activities, but I’m really trying to keep any image of that out of my head.  I didn’t even bother watching Sean Jackson face Kris Halc, mainly because Kris Halc is an undeserving asshole that deserves no attention what-so-ever.

Anyway, I’ve got my duffel bag slung over my shoulder and I’m just about to head out of the dressing room.  Just as I open the door, the pain in my ass this week, Celeste, nearly crashes into me, and she’s not even slightly sorry about it.  I was expecting her to have a grin on her face after her win against Mercedes tonight, but instead, she’s looking rather pissed off at me at the moment.  And I’m pretty sure I know why.

Lex: Whatever you want to say, C, it can way until later.  I’m ready to get out of this shit—

Celeste: Like hell it can wait.  The fuck was that shit out there, huh Lex?  I didn’t think you’d be that stupid.

She folds her arms, glaring at me with a half disappointed half angry look on her face.  I roll my eyes and let out a sigh before I look back to her.

Lex: Pot meet kettle?  Don’t you lecture me for doing the same shit just a couple weeks ago.

Celeste: Only difference being I gave you the damn win out there!  I practically gift wrapped the whole damn tournament for you and you went and threw it away!

I shake my head with a laugh.

Lex: Oh well.  Ask me if I care.

I go to walk past her but she steps in front of me, blocking me, as she continues to glare at me with a fury in her eyes.

Celeste: You may not, but I sure as shit do.  Doing what you did out there just proved that you’re exactly what you accused me of.

Lex: C, can you please just—

Celeste: Did Mikah convince you to do that shit?

My eyes go wide as she asks me that.  I’m left speechless for a moment until I let out a laugh and shake my head.

Lex: You’re joking, right?  Why would Mikah even do that?  And why the fuck would I let her convince me to do that shit?

Celeste: One, because she’s a selfish bitch who thinks she’s superior to everyone including you.  And two, because you’ve got her nose so far up her ass I can smell her shit just standing right in front of you!

I’m not laughing almost uncontrollably, but Celeste is dead serious.  She remains silent as she stares at me with a stern look on her face.

Lex: Look, C, I’ve got enough shit on my plate right now and going after Mikah and her title is not my top priorities.  I have my Internet Championship to worry about more, and I’m not interested in the World Bombshell Championship right now.

Celeste: Yeah because you’re too damn scared to face Mikah for a reason I still don’t understand.  You could have brought the World Bombshell Championship to the Nobodies, but now that isn’t gonna happen, is it?

Lex:  If you’re so fuckin’ concerned with bringing that title to the Nobodies, maybe you shouldn’t have handed me that win a couple weeks ago.  You could have easily won the tournament anyway.

Celeste shrugs her shoulders and lightly shakes her head.  She doesn’t seem to care much as she’s more pissed off at what I did.

Celeste: Well, that’s obvious but I was trying to do you a damn favor.  When are you going to see Mikah for the self-absorbed Mean Girl reject that she is?  She might claim to be your friend, Lexi, but I can see right through her bullshit.  I’m just surprised you can’t for whatever reason.

Lex: I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, C.  I…don’t…care!  What’s done is done, so just get over it.

Celeste: Whatever, Lexi.  It’s not me you should be worried about anyway.  Just wait until Tim finds out about this.

I let out a laugh and adjust my duffel bag over my shoulder.  I stare at her, not as concerned with Tim’s reaction as she seems to be.

Lex: I’m pretty sure Tim won’t give a shit either.  It was my decision, so like you, he’ll just have to deal with it.  Now, can you move please?  I need to see about getting a flight back to the states.  I’d like to enjoy the next few weeks off before December 2 Dismemeber.

Celeste laughs but she doesn’t move.

Celeste: Few weeks off?  Oooh…you haven’t heard yet, have you?

Lex: Heard what?  Come on, C…just get out of my way…

Celeste reaches into the pocket of her jacket, pulling out a folded up sheet of paper.  She unfolds it and holds it out to me, but I’m not interested in it.

Celeste: I’d put off that trip back to the states, Lexi.  At least for another week.  You have a match next week and you might want to take a look at just what match it is.

She continues to hold the sheet of paper out to me, which I now assume is the list of next week’s matches.  After hearing I have a match I snatch the paper from her hands, scanning over the first few matches, not spotting my name.  I shake my head and hold it back out to her.

Lex: Nice try, C.  My name isn’t on the list so, again, get out—

She holds the list up in front of my face, pointing to the very last match.  The main event.  Sure as shit my name is there.

Celeste: It figures you wouldn’t bother to look in the main event.  Congratulations.  Now you’re the first Nobody to be in a main event.  Movin’ on up in the world, Lexi.

I snatch it from her hands again, this time staring at it.  My name...in the main event.  It’s a mixed tag match, but I’m left too shocked to even give a shit about that right now.

Lex: This…this has to be…a mistake?  Why the fuck would they put me in the main event?

Celeste laughs again, knowing full well why they did.

Celeste: Isn’t it obvious, Lexi?  Look at who you’re facing.  That is the only reason you’re in the main event.

I glance back to the paper, getting a good look of who Goth and I will be facing.  Oh fantastic.  Drake Green and his bitch girlfriend, Lyah Lindberg.  About fuckin’ time!  I smile wickedly, now eagerly anticipating this match next week.

Lex: I couldn’t care less what match this is, C.  I’m finally going to—

I’m suddenly cut off as my phone goes off in my pocket, alerting me of a text message.  I let out a sigh, hold up my hand telling her just a second and I take my phone out of my pocket.  I assume it’s a message from Tim, but I assume wrong.  It’s the same unknown number that has been calling me for the last couple of weeks, only this time, the person texted me.

“I’m going to call you in a couple of minutes.  Don’t ignore my call this time.  We need to talk, and not through text. –Vince”

My eyes widen a bit when I see who the message is from.  I have no clue how he got my number and I feel myself growing angry.  Celeste stares at me for a moment with a confused look on her face.

Celeste: What the fuck is wrong with you?  Your pretty little sister trying to reach you again?

I shake my head, but before I can even respond, my phone starts ringing.  Sure enough, it’s Vince.

Lex: No, it’s not Riley.  Look, I gotta take this call.

I answer the call and put the phone up to my ear.

Lex: How the fuck did you get my number?

I quickly shove my way past Celeste because I don’t want her listening to my conversation with Vince, much less asking any questions.  As far as I know, no one knows about Vince and considering there is nothing going on between him and I, I’d like to keep it that way.  I storm my way down the hall and out the exit door and I can feel Celeste’s eyes burning a hole through the back of my head.  I know she’ll butt her nose in my business and try and find out who I’m talking to, but for now…she’ll just have to wait.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.  I fuckin’ HATE tag team matches.  Unless you team me up with somebody I can fully trust, which is basically no one…you’ll never get me to care much about them.  Hell, even if I were to team with Celeste I probably wouldn’t be happy about it.  Though I’d say I could trust her more than anyone else.

But how do I feel about mixed tag team matches, you might ask?  I don’t have to rely on, or carry, another bitch’s ass throughout the whole match.  The men can only fight the men and the bombshells can only fight the bombshells.  I’d rather deal with that shit over having to team with another bombshell any day!  I just wish I was teaming with Tim or Connor instead.  But…I’m sure Goth will handle Drake just fine.  Regardless of what Drake will say.

Isn’t that right, Drake?

Now, I’m not going to waste too much time talking to or about you, Drake, because let’s face it…you’re not my concern on Sunday.  You’re pretty little girlfriend is, and trust me when I say that after Sunday, she won’t be so pretty anymore.  Don’t worry, though.  I’ll be doing you a favor a lot sooner, because I’m sure you’re planning on dropping her for a younger hotter model soon, right?  Everyone knows you’re a cradle robbing douchebag, and I bet you’re already shacking up with some barely eighteen year old chick somewhere.

Why’d you come back, Drake?  I mean, why did you REALLY return to wrestling?  You can spout off all this bullshit about you’re doing it for the *air quotes* people all you want, but everyone knows that’s a load of crap.  I had to sound like the Mean Girls here, but from my perspective, you decided to come back because you saw that people were starting to forget your name.  They were starting to not give a shit about Drake Green.  Hell, those shitty movies you made even proved it.  You call that crap blockbusters?  I feel asleep not even five minutes into that shit!  And yes, that is me admitting I TRIED to watch it.

You may be the World Heavyweight Champion right now, but you think that’s some accomplishment right now?  I mean, look at your so called “competition”.  Anyone…and I mean ANYONE…could beat Lord Raab, so don’t take it as some major accomplishment that you did the same.  Don’t get used to holding that belt for too long, Drake, because I’m sure Tim or Connor will be looking for a shot at it pretty soon.  I promise you that.

Your time is up, Drake.  Your body is broken down and useless, and you know it.  You’ll be lucky to even make it to your title versus title match at December 2 Dismember, because I’m not sure if you’ve noticed or not, but Goth has beat the shit out of everyone he has faced, and he’s going to do the same to you.  I’m actually looking forward to it.  You made a huge mistake challenging Goth to a title versus title but you’ll realize that soon enough.  

I personally hope pretty little Lyah gets to watch Goth destroy you on Sunday.  Who knows…maybe I’ll just hold her back and make her watch.  

This match will not end well for either of you, Drake.  That’s a fuckin’ promise.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Wednesday November 25th
Cancun, Mexico
Location: Hotel Casa Maya
~*~OFF CAMERA~*~

Climax Control is just four days away, and while this is the second to the last stop of the world tour, most of my fellow American members of SCW have made detours back home to the states.  I had considered heading back to Vegas until December 2 Dismember and finding something to do in Las Vegas for Thanksgiving, but the truth is, I couldn’t give a flying fuck about Thanksgiving.  I never have and probably never will.  I mean, what’s the point when I don’t have a family anyway?  At least not one that gives a shit about me.

So here I am in Cancun, days earlier than everyone else.  Cancun is one of, if not the most overrated tourist cities I can think of. I can’t tell you how many people I’ve heard brag about Cancun at some point or another and that is the main reason I’ve never really had much interest in coming here.  But, of course SCW has to make it one of the final stops on this shitty, annoyingly long world tour.  

I haven’t been in Cancun long.  Only a few hours, actually.  But I’m already hating it.  The only rooms that were available were non-smoking and because I needed a cigarette, I am forced to sit outside while people I don’t even know give me dirty looks.  Not to mention, because this hotel is right near the beach, half naked tramps and disgusting guys in speedos are constantly passing by me.  

As I’m sitting outside enjoying my cigarette, I take my phone out of my pocket and stare at it.  I’m half expecting someone to call, and just as I go to put my phone back in my pocket, Tim’s voice startles me.  I nearly drop my cigarette on my leg, not that the burning pain would bother me any.

Tim: Waiting for someone to call?

I look up at him, trying to hide the fact that, yes, I was waiting for someone to call.  I shake my head and put my phone back inside my pocket and take a long drag from my cigarette.

Lex: Nah.  I haven’t checked my phone in a while so I was making sure I didn’t have any messages.  What are you doing here?

Tim takes a seat next to me on the bench.  I hold out my pack of cigarettes, offer him one and he gladly accepts.  I pass over my lighter and he flicks it, bringing the flame to the tip of the cigarette.  He passes the lighter back to me as he takes in the first drag, savoring it for a moment before he exhales the smoke from his lungs and looks at me.

Tim: I got tired of sitting in my shitty hotel room watching TV shows I can’t even understand.  So, I thought I’d come find you.

I laugh and shake my head, blowing out a lungful of smoke.

Lex: I didn’t mean that.  I meant, what are you doing here so early.  I thought your dad would force you to stay in Vegas for Thanksgiving or something.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.  I study him as he leans back on the bench, noticing just how his demeanor has changed recently.  He’s more troubled now than he has been in the past, but fuck if I’m going to judge him at all.

Tim: I’m sure that was his plan, but I wasn’t going to stick around for that shit.  So I snuck away.  They probably don’t even know that I’m gone.

Lex: I’m sure they’ve figured it out by now.  What’s going on?

He shrugs, seeming a lot quieter than normal.

Tim: Same shit, different day.

I nod, trying to think of a response.  I plan on prodding him for answers, but my phone goes off in my pocket and distracts me.  Distracts the both of us really.  I take it out and see that Vince is trying to call me.  I quickly send the call to voicemail, turning my attention back to Tim.

Lex: Sorry about that.  Anyway…you seem kind of..off.  Something wrong?

He looks to my phone as I put it back in my pocket.

Tim: Who was that?

I shake my head, trying to shrug it off as someone unimportant, even though I know it’s a lie.

Lex: My dumbass sister again.  She’s probably trying to get me to show up in Phoenix for Thanksgiving, but it ain’t happening.

I lie as best as I can, but I get the feeling he doesn’t believe me.  If he doesn’t, he doesn’t question me on it, which is weird for him.

Tim: Maybe you should change your number.  That should stop her from getting a hold of you.

Lex: I’ve thought about it.  It’s no big deal right now anyway.  I can handle her.

I finish off the last bit of my cigarette before I drop the butt on the ground and stomp on it.  I look ahead to the beach, going quiet and Tim just stares at me curiously.

Tim: So…are you gonna tell me the truth on why you didn’t stop Melanie from pinning Crystal on Sunday?  You could have won that match.

Aaaand there it is.  I let out a long sigh, not wanting to get into this conversation with Tim.  I already had it once with Celeste, and I don’t really want Tim to get pissed off at me right now.

Lex: Sure, I’ll tell you.  But maybe we should call Celeste to come here first.  She’s dying to see your reaction to my explanation.

Tim: She kind of has a point, Lex.  What you did was stupid.

I shrug, not caring one bit.

Lex: Might have been, but do you think anyone else gave a shit?  Nope.  If you two are so concerned with an explanation, I’ll give you one.  But I’ll do it on Sunday at Climax Control.

My phone again starts ringing in my pocket.  I let out a low growl as I take it out of my pocket again.  Vince is being relentless it seems, but I just send the call to voicemail again.

Tim: Why don’t you just answer the call, Lex?  It’s not a big deal…

Lex: The call can wait, Tim.  It’s just going to put me in a bad mood anyway.

I put my phone on silent this time.  I know Vince will just try to keep calling so I’d rather not hear my phone ringing when he does.

Tim: Go ahead and rip her to shreds, Lex.  Unless it’s someone else calling that you don’t want me to know about?

Yeahhh…he knows.  But, I’d still rather not talk about this right now.

Lex: Who the hell would be calling me, Tim?  Aside from you, Celeste and Connor and Tessa, I don’t have any other friends.  And none of them really call me anyway.  I’m ignoring my phone for now anyway.  Need to focus on this match on Sunday.

He takes in another puff of his cigarette, nearly finished with it.  He savors it again before blowing out the smoke and nodding his head.

Tim: Riiiiight..the main event.

I let out a slight growl and fold my arms across my chest.

Lex: Uuugh.  Don’t tell me you’re annoyed by that, too.  Celeste has already thrown it in my face.  I’m just as shocked you guys are, honestly.  I mean, not only is it my first main event, but it’s Lyah’s too!  And I’ve been in—

Tim: Whoa, whoa, whoa…Calm the fuck down, Lex.  Geez.

Lex: Sorry.  I’m just a little irritated right now.  I mean, I’m really looking forward to getting my hands on that prissy little bitch, but at the same time, they just threw me into this match anyway.  If Drake Green weren’t in the equation, this wouldn’t even be the fuckin’ main event.

Tim nods in agreement.

Tim: Yeah, I know.  But that doesn’t mean you’re not main event material, Lex.  You deserve to be in this match and you’ll prove it on Sunday.  You’ve proven it enough already, anyway.

I let out a laugh, turn my head and stare towards him.

Lex: Apparently I haven’t if this is the first time I’m main eventing and I’ve been around since July.  Oh well.  I really don’t give a shit.

Tim: You know, you say that an awful lot, Lex, but we all know it’s a lie.  I don’t blame you anyway.

I shrug, honestly feeling indifferent towards the whole situation.  Before I can respond, my phone starts vibrating in my pocket.  I guess I accidentally set it to vibrate instead of turning it on completely silent.

Lex: You know what…can you give me a few minutes, Tim?  I think I need to handle this phone call real quick.

Tim: I already told you it was fine.

I nod and tell him I’ll only be a minute as I take my phone out of my pocket and head into the lobby of the hotel.  I answer the phone angrily, even though it’s Vince on the other end.

Lex: Vince, I can’t talk to you right now.  I’m busy.

Vince: Well Happy Thanksgiving to you, too.

I roll my eyes.

Lex: Thanksgiving is tomorrow, dipshit.

Vince: I know.  And, look, I know you’re in Cancun right now, but there is a plane ticket back to Vegas if you want it…

I let out a sigh and shake my head, even though Vince can’t see it.

Lex: I’m not flying back to Vegas, Vince.  At least not until after this tour is over in a few weeks.  Why do you want me to come back to Vegas so bad anyway?

Vince: I already told you the other day.  We need to talk.  Face to face.

Lex: And what did I tell you the other day?  There’s nothing for us to talk about, Vince.  Just leave me alone and quit calling me.

Vince: Lexi, don’t hang up—

Lex: Goodbye, Vince.

I quickly end the call and shut my phone off before returning it to my pocket.  I let out a sigh and turn around to head back outside to continue my conversation with Tim.

Lex: Sorry, Tim.  Riley wouldn’t…

My voice trails off as I look towards the bench where Tim and I were seated.  Tim is no longer there and I look around, trying to find him, but he’s nowhere in sight.  I let out another sigh and shake my head now feeling guilty.  I’ll have to call Tim later, but for now, I just disappear back inside the hotel to kill time in my room.

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Man, Thanksgiving came a week early for me this year.  Why, you might ask?  Because the bosses in SCW FINALLY did something right.  A couple of things actually.  They booked me in a match I’ve been waiting for for quite some time.  The fuckin’ main event!  And even better yet?  Against an opponent I really CAN’T WAIT to wrap my hands around her throat and break her neck!  

But this isn’t a one-on-one match.  Oh, no.  It’s a mixed tag team match, and I’m teamed with someone I’m not entirely sure I think I can trust.  If it were Tim or Connor?  Sure, I know they’d have my back, but someone the likes of Goth?  Ya can’t blame me for being a little leary on this whole fuckin’ thing.

Goth, I’m only gonna warn you once.  Don’t stand in my way of getting a hold of Drake’s pretty little girlfriend, Lyah.  I’ve got no problem with you destroying Drake all you want, but I want Lyah in that ring, and I’d strongly suggest you let me handle it.  I have no problem working WITH you in this match, so long as we’re both on the same page.  You hate Drake?  Good…so do I.  So just do your job and kick his ass, and I’ll do mine and knock the fuck out of Lyah Lindberg.  Got it?  I hope so.

As for Lyah?  *chuckles* Lyah, Lyah, Lyah…How about this, chickie?  We finally get what we want.  A chance to prove just who is superior between the two of us.  I have to admit, your threats and shit on Twitter?  Pretty fuckin’ hilarious, because as much as people hate my guts, I’m fairly sure they’d put their money on me beating you pretty damn easily.  You probably won’t believe it, because you’re Drake Green’s girlfriend and—oops.  I went and played the Drake’s girlfriend card again.  You mad?

I hope you are.  I hope every word I say pisses you off, because I want to see that anger from you Lyah.  I want to see this supposed tough side of you, because so far?  I ain’t seen shit.  All I’ve seen is some blonde haired little girl that reminds me of my piece of shit sister, and you know what that means, Lyah?  It means I’m going to have fun beating the shit out of you.

This match may not be a true one-on-one, Lyah, but WHEN I beat you…and I promise you that I will…you’ll know for a fact that I’m better than you.  There will be no excuses for when I pin your shoulders to the mat or, better yet, make you tap out like the little bitch you are.  

You want a shot at my title, Lyah?  Keep dreamin’ because once I beat you, it’ll just prove you don’t deserve it.  The only way you’ll get a shot at my title is if your cradle robbing boyfriend goes to Christian Underwood and puts in a favor.  Which…I’m sure he will.  Seems to be the norm around here.  After all…that’s basically how he got his World Heavyweight Title shot so soon after returning to the ring, because we all know he damn sure didn’t earn it.

Just like you haven’t earned shit.  And you won’t, Lyah.  You can’t win this battle, little girl.  And you sure as hell can’t win the war, if that is what you want.  People who fuck with me learn the hard way, and if you continue to fuck with me?  Well…it won’t end well for you.

Come Sunday, Lyah…all bets are off.  Oh..and try not to worry about Drake so much, either.  He’ll get hurt just as much as you will on Sunday, Lyah.  I guarantee it.

See ya Sunday, bitch!