Dinner with the kiddo
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Texas
3/13/24

At the dining table, Alexandra and Ashlynn enjoy a peaceful dinner together. The table is set with a warm, inviting spread of food as soft music plays in the background. The ambiance is cozy and familial. Alexandra takes a bite of her food and

“Mmm, this tastes delicious, Ashlynn. You really outdid yourself.”

Ashlynn is beaming at her mom and proud of herself.

“Thanks, Mom! I wanted to make something special tonight.”

Alexandra takes another bite and enjoys it.

“Well, you definitely succeeded. So, how was school today?”

Ashlynn starts talking excitedly.

“It was good! We learned about space in science class. Did you know Jupiter has over 79 moons?”

Alexandra smiles, looking at her daughter proudly.

“Wow, that's a lot of moons! You must have some great teachers at your school.”


Ashlynn nodded looking at her mom.

“Yeah, they're really cool. Oh, Mom, did you see that move Seleana did in her match last week?”

Alexandra giggles softly, her smile bright.

“I did! She's always coming up with new and exciting moves. You should have seen her when she first started wrestling.”

Ashlynn asked curiously

“Did you ever do moves like that when you were first wrestling?”

Alexandra chuckles softly.

“Oh, definitely. I had my own set of signature moves, different from the ones I have now. Maybe I'll show you some of them one day.”

Ashlynn excitedly.

“Really? That would be awesome!”


Alexandra gently brought up the subject.

“Speaking of wrestling, I wanted to talk to you about the match Miles and I had recently.”

Ashlynn was curious and her tone was clear.

“Did everything go okay? It looked like you all had that won.. What happened?”

Alexandra nodded.

“We tried our best, but sometimes things don't go as planned. Miles did get a bit banged up, but he's tough. He knows how to handle himself.”

Ashlynn is concerned.

“Is he okay now?”

Alexandra smiles at her daughter 

“He's resting and taking care of himself. He's been in tough situations before, and he always bounces back.”

Ashlynn took a few moments, being thoughtful of her mom’s career and that of her friends.
 
“I guess that's part of being a wrestler, huh? You win some, you lose some, but you always get back up.”

Alexandra smiled at her daughter proudly. She was growing up to be such a fine young woman.

“Exactly, sweetheart. It's about resilience and determination. Miles and I are already thinking about our next opportunity. We'll train hard and be ready for whatever comes our way.”

Ashlynn began to speak again with an encouraging tone.

“I know you and Miles will do great. You always do.”

Alexandra is smiling at her daughter, laughing softly.

“Thank you, darling. Your support means everything to us.”

Ashlynn grins brightly.

“You're welcome, Mom. We're a strong team, just like you and Miles.”

Alexandra hugs her daughter Ashlynn.

“That's right, sweetheart. Together, we can handle anything.”

The mother-daughter duo continues their dinner, enjoying each other's company and sharing stories of their day.

---

Reflections on the recently Challenges
Calaway Estate
Dallas,Tx
3/15/24

As a professional wrestler, victories and losses are part of the journey. They shape us, challenge us, and sometimes even humble us. Recently, I found myself on the receiving end of a loss that hit harder than expected. Our tag team match against The Conspiracy didn't end in our favor, and it's been weighing heavily on my mind.

There's no denying that losing is tough. It tests your resilience, your determination, and your ability to bounce back. Every defeat teaches us valuable lessons, pushing us to strive for improvement and growth. However, this loss felt different. It wasn't just about the outcome; it was about the manner in which it happened.

The Conspiracy may have claimed victory, but in my eyes, it was a cheap win. Their tactics were questionable, their methods underhanded. It's one thing to win fair and square in the ring, but it's another to resort to deceit and manipulation. Wrestling is about skill, honor, and sportsmanship, values that seem to have been forgotten in that match.

Despite the disappointment and frustration, I refuse to let this setback define me. Every setback is an opportunity to come back stronger, more determined, and more focused. I've faced challenges before, and I've always emerged stronger on the other side.

What matters most now is how we respond to adversity. It's about channeling that disappointment into motivation, using it as fuel to propel us forward. The road to success is never easy, but it's the obstacles along the way that make the victory sweeter.

So, to The Conspiracy, I say this: enjoy your momentary triumph, but know that true success isn't measured by cheap tactics or hollow victories. It's earned through hard work, dedication, and integrity. I may have stumbled, but I'm ready to rise again, ready to face whatever challenges come my way.

In the end, it's not about the losses we endure; it's about how we rise from them, stronger and more determined than ever before.

Stay tuned for what's to come. The journey continues, and the best is yet to come.

Yours in determination,
Alexandra

---

Tale of the Tape
Online Blogs
3/14/24

Height and Weight:

Bella: 5’ 5.5”, 125 lbs
Alexandra: 5'6", 125 lbs

Hometown:

Bella: New York, NY
Alexandra: Dallas, Texas

Alignment:

Bella: Face/Tweener
Alexandra: Heel

Physical Appearance:

Bella: Long hair, blazing blue-gray eyes
Alexandra: Appearance not specified in detail, but known for having a pretty face and a dark soul
Ring Attire:

Bella: Wrestling gear with wrestling shoes and kick pads
Alexandra: Varies based on match type, from regular outfits to jeans and a shirt for hardcore matches

Wrestling Style:

Bella: Technical/Catch-as-catch-can/High Flyer
Alexandra: Technical, Brawler, and a bit of a flyer ("Daredevil")

Finishers:

Bella: "Bella Notte" - Paige’s Tap Out or the PTO, "Ashes to Ashes" - Pancaked out DDT, "Second Gen" - Phoenix Splash
Alexandra: "Fallen Angel" - Spinning Sitout Lifting Double underhook facebuster, "Apocalypse" - Elevated Powerbomb/Last Ride

Entrance:

Bella: Enters to the song "Shut up" by New Years Day with a confident and playful demeanor.
Alexandra: Enters to "Mine" by Halestorm with an intimidating aura, often engaging with the crowd and talking trash.

Favorite Moves:

Bella: Chain wrestling, dropkicks, DDTs, moonsaults, hurricanranas, and various aerial and technical maneuvers.
Alexandra: Spilt-legged moonsault, chokeslam, suicide dive, STO, senton bomb, spin kick, bulldog, teardrop suplex, Boston crab, sharpshooter, guillotine leg drop, furious punches, V-trigger, curb stomp, air raid crash.

Brief History:

Bella: Second-generation wrestler with a rebellious streak, intelligent, graduated top of her class, and seeking to make her mark in the wrestling industry.
Alexandra: Experienced wrestler with a dark past, multiple championships and accolades, co-owned companies, faced personal struggles, and joined different wrestling promotions including SCW.

Achievements:

Bella: New character, no achievements listed yet.
Alexandra: 19x Hardcore Champion, 9x Women's Champion, 6x Tag Team Champion, and several other championship titles. Wrestler of the Year multiple times.

In summary, Bella Madison and Alexandra Calaway are both talented wrestlers with unique styles, backgrounds, and accomplishments. Bella is relatively new to the wrestling scene but brings technical and high-flying skills, while Alexandra is an experienced veteran with a mix of technical, brawling, and daredevil moves. Their alignments, appearances, entrances, and histories further differentiate their characters, making them compelling additions to the wrestling world.

---

Something to be proud of
California
Cafe
3/15/24

The camera fades in to show Alexandra Calaway sitting at a table in a cozy cafe setting, a picturesque view of the ocean visible through the window behind her. She looks directly at the camera with a composed yet determined expression.

"Greetings, SCW Universe. It's Alexandra Calaway, and I wanted to take a moment to discuss an upcoming clash that's been on my mind."

She pauses briefly, collecting her thoughts before continuing.

"Bella Madison, a name that's been making waves in the wrestling world, and rightfully so. We're on a collision course toward a match that promises to be intense, unpredictable, and a true test of skill."

Her tone becomes more focused as she delves into the specifics.

"Our paths have crossed before, Bella, and while it wasn’t in the ring, I still paid attention to your time. I’ve lost that title, but I also know what it takes to HOLD that title. Look how long I held it. One Hundred and twelve days. This time, however, the stakes are different. It's not about titles or accolades; it's about proving who we are as competitors. It’s about proving "

A determined glint flashes in her eyes.

"Bella, you bring a unique blend of technical prowess, high-flying agility, and a tenacity that's earned my respect. As we prepare to step into the ring together once again, I'm looking forward to the challenge you present."

She leans forward slightly, emphasizing her point.

"Our match won't be governed by titles or rules; it'll be a showcase of our abilities, our passion for this sport, and our relentless pursuit of victory."

Her expression softens, showing a hint of admiration.

"I've watched your journey, Bella, and I know you won't hold back. Rest assured, neither will I. When we face off, it'll be a clash of wills, a testament to the spirit of competition that drives us forward."

She concludes with a confident nod.

"So, Bella, let's give the SCW Universe a match they won't forget. Let's leave it all in that ring and show why we belong among the best. Get ready, because the storm is coming, and I'm ready to face it head-on."

The camera fades out, leaving a sense of anticipation for the impending showdown between Alexandra Calaway and Bella Madison.

A Mother-Daughter Conversation
Dallas, Texas
2/9/24

The scene opens to a breathtaking forest bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Alexandra and Ashlynn stroll along a winding path, their footsteps muffled by a carpet of fallen leaves. The air is crisp and fragrant, alive with the soothing sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird calls. Alexandra watches as her daughter plays at the water's edge, a smile spread across her face.

“Isn't this beautiful, Ashlynn? The perfect spot for a little mother-daughter chat. I know that things have been difficult of late, there’s been a lot of adjustments and things have happened.  I want you to know that no matter what happens, I’m always going to be here for you.”

Ashlynn nods in agreement, her eyes wide with wonder as she takes in the tranquil surroundings.

“It's amazing, Mom. I feel like we're in a fairy tale. It's so beautiful.”

As they continue along the path, the trees gradually part, revealing a sun-dappled clearing beside a crystal-clear river. The water glistens like liquid silver, its surface rippling gently in the breeze. She pointed to a spot right by the river just a little ways up.

“Look, Ashlynn. There's our spot.”

They make their way to the edge of the riverbank and settle onto a large, moss-covered rock, the cool water lapping at their feet. Alexandra smiled looking over the water and taking a deep breath. They sit in companionable silence for a moment, soaking in the serenity of their surroundings. The sun dips lower on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape.

“Ah, this is perfect.”

“Mom, can I ask you something?”

Alexandra turns to her daughter, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She can sense the hesitation in Ashlynn’s voice.

“Of course, sweetheart. You can ask me anything.”

“Well, I've been thinking a lot lately about life and... and how everything keeps changing.”

Alexandra nods in understanding, reaching out to take Ashlynn's hand in hers. It’s hard to think that just a little over a year ago, John and Alexandra had managed to rescue her daughter, the same little girl who sat there now, fidgeting with her shirt hem.

“Change can be scary, Ashlynn. But it's also a natural part of life. Just like the river, we have to learn to go with the flow.”

Ashlynn gazes out at the river, her brow furrowed in thought.

“But what if the changes are bad? What if we lose something important to us?”

Alexandra's expression softens, her eyes reflecting compassion and understanding.

“Losing something we love is never easy, sweetheart. But it's also an opportunity for growth. We learn to appreciate what we have and find strength in adversity.”

Alexadra wraps her arms around her daughter. Ashlynn leans into her mother's embrace, seeking comfort in her words and in the embrace of the one person who had never abandoned her.

“I'm scared, Mom. I don't want things to change.”

“It's okay to be scared, Ashlynn. But remember, no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you. We'll face whatever comes our way together, just like we're doing now.”

They sit in silence for a moment, the only sound is the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze and the babbling of the river.

"Thanks, Mom. I love you."

Alexandra presses a kiss to Ashlynn's forehead, her heart overflowing with love for her daughter.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now come on, let's enjoy the rest of our time here together. Mom’s gotta leave in just a few days to go fight for the World Bombshell Championship.”

Hand in hand, they watch as the sun dips below the horizon, bathing the forest in a warm, golden glow.

---

Tale of the tape
Dallas, Tx
2/12/24

Comparing and Contrasting Julianna DiMaria and Alexandra Calaway

Background and Gimmick:
Julianna DiMaria, born into wrestling royalty, embodies entitlement and arrogance. Her parents' wrestling background and her upbringing have shaped her into a character who doesn't conform to traditional wrestling norms. She's outspoken, unapologetic, and uses her beauty and charm to manipulate situations to her advantage. On the other hand, Alexandra Calaway's persona is shrouded in mystery and darkness. Behind her pretty face lies a violent streak, and she's known for her daredevil wrestling style, contrasting Julianna's more technical and strategic approach. Alexandra's background includes overcoming personal tragedy, adding layers to her character that resonate with fans on an emotional level.

Wrestling Style:
Julianna is a technical wrestler with striking abilities, occasionally incorporating high-flying moves. Her moves are precise and calculated, fitting her character's strategic nature. In contrast, Alexandra is a technical brawler, known for her devastating finishing moves like the Fallen Angel and Apocalypse. Her style is more about overpowering her opponents with brute force, adding a raw, visceral element to her matches.

Entrance and Presentation:
Julianna's entrance is confident and arrogant, designed to provoke a reaction from the crowd. Her choice of entrance music and gestures like the "talk to the hand" gesture emphasize her disdain for the audience's opinion. In contrast, Alexandra's entrance is more theatrical, with dramatic lighting and music adding to her mystique. Her interactions with the audience are more confrontational, reflecting her darker persona.

Career Achievements:
Julianna has a list of accomplishments in various promotions, showcasing her ability to adapt and succeed in different environments. Her accolades include winning titles in NVR and Mainstream Wrestling, highlighting her versatility as a wrestler. On the other hand, Alexandra's career is defined by her dominance in hardcore wrestling, winning the Hardcore Championship 19 times. Her ability to thrive in extreme environments sets her apart from Julianna's more traditional accomplishments.

Personality and Fan Interaction:
Julianna's persona is divisive, drawing both admiration and disdain from fans. Her willingness to break the rules and challenge authority makes her a compelling character, but also a polarizing one. Alexandra, while also a heel, has a more complex relationship with fans. Her tragic backstory and resilience in the face of adversity garner sympathy and respect, even from those who boo her in the ring.

Conclusion:
In conclusion, Julianna DiMaria and Alexandra Calaway are two distinct characters with contrasting styles, personas, and career paths. Julianna embodies arrogance and entitlement, using her skills and charm to get ahead. Alexandra, on the other hand, is a dark, enigmatic figure, known for her resilience and dominance in hardcore wrestling. Their upcoming match for the World Bombshell Championship promises to be a clash of styles and personalities, showcasing the diversity of talent in the wrestling world.

---

Til Death Do we Part
Part 1
2/12/24

The scene opens in the elegant living room of the Strader Estate in Houston, Texas. Soft light filters through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Alexandra and John are seated comfortably on the plush sofa, surrounded by wedding magazines, notebooks, and a laptop displaying various wedding venues. Alexandra gazes at the laptop screen, her eyes alight with excitement.

"I can't believe we're really doing this. Planning our wedding feels like a dream come true," Alexandra says, her voice filled with joy.

John smiles warmly at her, his eyes filled with love. "It sure does. I can't wait to marry you, Alexandra. You make me the happiest man alive."

Alexandra blushes, a smile playing on her lips. "You make me extremely happy too, John." She playfully nudges him, and he chuckles, pulling her onto his lap.

"So, have you thought more about where you want to have the ceremony?" John asks, running his hands up her back.

Alexandra nods, her eyes still fixed on the laptop screen. "Yes, I've been looking at a few options. I love the idea of a fall wedding, with the leaves changing colors and the crisp air. It's so romantic."

"That sounds perfect," John says enthusiastically. "A fall wedding would be beautiful. Maybe we could have it in a garden or a vineyard, surrounded by nature's autumn beauty."

Alexandra smiles at the thought. "I like that idea. And I think Ashlynn and Mackenzie would love it too. They could run around and play in the leaves."

John nods in agreement. "Definitely. We should make it a fun, family-friendly celebration."

"Speaking of which, have you thought about the bridal party?" John asks, looking genuinely interested.

Alexandra nods, her mind already forming a picture. "I have. I want Brianna, Mackenzie, and Ashlynn to be my maids of honor. And of course, I want you to have your best man."

John grins, clearly pleased with her choices. "I already know who I want as my best man. Damien has been like a brother to me."

"That's perfect," Alexandra says, smiling. "And for the bridesmaids, I was thinking about Mika and maybe a couple of my friends from the wrestling world."

John listens attentively as Alexandra lays out her plans for the bridal party. "Sounds great. We'll have a wonderful group standing by our side on our special day."

"Now, what about the date?" John asks, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"How about late October?" Alexandra suggests. "It's still fall, but not too close to Thanksgiving. Plus, the weather should be just right for an outdoor ceremony."

John nods in agreement. "Late October sounds perfect. It'll give us enough time to plan everything, and it'll be a beautiful time of year for a wedding."

As they cuddle up together, looking at wedding venues and discussing their plans, Alexandra leans in to kiss him. John wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. The kiss lingers, a silent promise of their love and commitment to each other.

"I can't wait to marry you, John," Alexandra whispers, her voice filled with love. "It's going to be the happiest day of my life."

"I feel the same way, Alexandra," John whispers back. "I love you more than words can say."

As they continue to plan their wedding, the camera pans out, capturing the love and excitement that fills the room, a testament to the deep bond between Alexandra and John.

---

My Bloody Valentine
Houston, Texas
2/14/24


The scene opens in the heart of Las Vegas, with Alexandra Calaway standing tall in the center of a luxurious suite, the vibrant lights of the city visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her. She holds a microphone, her gaze steely as she prepares to unleash a verbal assault on her opponent, Julianna DiMaria.

"Julianna, we're here in the entertainment capital of the world, and yet you're still trying to convince everyone that you're some kind of big shot in the wrestling business. Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. You may have scraped up a couple of wins against me earlier this year, but that doesn't change the fact that you're nothing more than a glorified sideshow act."

"It hasn't been easy," she begins, her voice tinged with a mixture of pride and determination. "From the moment I stepped foot in SCW, I knew I was in for the fight of my life. But I didn't back down. I faced every challenge head-on, refusing to let anything or anyone stand in my way."

She gestures around the opulent suite, a tangible symbol of her hard-earned success. "I've put everything on the line for this. My blood, my sweat, my tears. I've trained tirelessly, pushed myself to the limit, and never once wavered in my pursuit of greatness."

The memories flood back, a montage of grueling matches and hard-fought victories. "I've battled some of the toughest competitors SCW has to offer. From former champions to rising stars, I've faced them all and emerged victorious. But each victory came at a price, a testament to the sheer determination and resilience it takes to succeed in this business."

Despite the setbacks and challenges she faced, Alexandra's resolve remains unshakable. "I've fought tooth and nail to make it to the top of SCW, and I'll be damned if I let anyone take it away from me now. This Sunday, I'll step into that ring ready to give it everything I've got, because I know what it takes to win. I've fought for this moment, and I won't let anyone stand in my way."

The camera pans around the room, capturing the opulence of the suite as Alexandra continues her tirade. Alexandra's voice echoes off the walls of the suite, her words dripping with contempt. "You talk a big game, Julianna, but let's face it. You're all bark and no bite. You're the kind of dog that has lived on for too long, the kind that should have been put down a long time ago.”
She paces the room, the frustration evident in her voice. "You think you're entitled to success, that it should just be handed to you on a silver platter. Well, news flash, sweetheart. Success is earned, not given. And until you learn that, until you learn to humble yourself and put in the work, you'll always be stuck in the same place, fighting for scraps while the real competitors rise to the top." Alexandra took a moment to pause, breathing in deeply.

"You know, Julianna, there was a time when I could have respected you. When I could have seen you as a worthy competitor, someone who, despite their flaws, was willing to put it all on the line in the name of competition. But then you had to go and ruin it all with your actions and your bullshit comments."

Her words are laced with disdain as she takes a step forward, her gaze unwavering. "You've shown time and time again that you're nothing more than a coward, hiding behind your arrogance and your entitlement. You think you're tough, Julianna? You think you're the baddest bitch in the room? Well, news flash, sweetheart. It takes more than a big mouth and a bad attitude to be a real competitor."

"I've fought tooth and nail for every opportunity in SCW," Alexandra reflects, her voice tinged with determination. "I've put my body on the line, night after night, facing some of the toughest competitors this company has to offer. I've endured pain, I've endured setbacks, but through it all, I've never lost sight of my goal."

She stands up, the fire in her eyes burning brightly. "I've faced adversity head-on, overcoming challenges that would have broken lesser competitors. I've proven time and time again that I am not just a wrestler, I am a fighter. I've fought through injuries, I've fought through doubt, and I've fought through the naysayers who said I would never make it to the top."

As she paces the room, her words carry a weight of determination. "I've sacrificed so much to be here, to have the chance to hold this championship in my hands. I've missed birthdays, holidays, moments with my family, all in pursuit of this one goal. But it's all been worth it, because this Sunday, I have the chance to prove to the world that I am the best, that I am worthy of being called champion."

She stops, her gaze locking onto the camera. "I've fought for respect, I've fought for recognition, and I've fought for the right to stand in this ring and call myself a champion. And I will not let anyone, especially someone like Julianna DiMaria, take that away from me. This Sunday, I will step into that ring and I will fight with everything I have. Because I am Alexandra Calaway, and I will not be denied."

The camera captures every nuance of her expression, the fire in her eyes burning brightly. "It takes heart, it takes determination, and most of all, it takes respect. And let me tell you something, Julianna. After everything you've said and done, I have no respect for you. None whatsoever."

She pauses, letting her words sink in, the silence pregnant with tension. "You want to talk about proving yourself, Julianna? You want to talk about earning respect? Well, here's your chance. This Sunday, in Sin City Wrestling's biggest event of the year, you'll have the opportunity to prove once and for all that you're more than just talk. But mark my words, Julianna. I will not go down without a fight. I will not let you or anyone else stand in my way. I am Alexandra Calaway, and I will show the world why I am the true queen of Sin City Wrestling."


The camera cuts to shots of the Las Vegas skyline, the city alive with energy and excitement. Alexandra's voice cuts through the noise, commanding attention. "I've fought tooth and nail for everything I've achieved in this business. I've faced adversity, I've faced defeat, but I've never once backed down. That's the difference between you and me, Julianna. I have the heart of a champion, and nothing you say or do will ever change that."

She turns to face the camera, her eyes burning with determination. "So, enjoy your time in the spotlight, Julianna. Enjoy the attention, the fame, the glory. Because when it's all said and done, when the lights fade and the crowds disperse, you'll be left with nothing but regret. Regret for the opportunities you've wasted, regret for the bridges you've burned, and regret for the legacy you'll never have."

She takes a moment to compose herself before delivering the final blow. "So, go ahead, Julianna. Keep talking your talk, keep insulting me. But remember this: no matter what happens in our match, win or lose, I will always come out on top. Because unlike you, I have the drive, the skill, and the heart to succeed in this business. And when the day comes that someone else does to you what I'm about to do, I hope you remember this moment. I hope you remember the feeling of being exposed, of being seen for who you really are. Because in the end, the truth always comes out. And Julianna, one more thing before I go.  Happy Valentine's Day."

She blew a kiss at the camera, giving it a wink, before the screen fades to black.

---

The Ties that Bind us
Las Vegas
2/14/24

The scene opens in Alexandra's luxurious suite in Las Vegas, where she and John are seated on a plush sofa, surrounded by wedding magazines and notes. Ashlynn sits between them, looking worried, while Mackenzie sits on the arm of the sofa, comforting her like a big sister.

Alexandra looks at Ashlynn with a gentle smile. "Sweetheart, what's on your mind?" she asks, placing a reassuring hand on her daughter's knee.

Ashlynn looks up, her eyes filled with concern. "I'm just... I'm worried about the future," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

John wraps an arm around Ashlynn, pulling her close. "Hey, there's nothing to worry about. It's going to be beautiful, I promise," he says, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll always be here to take care of you and your mom.  I won’t leave you all.”

Mackenzie nods in agreement. "Yeah, Ashlynn, everything's going to be fine. We're all going to be together, celebrating your mom and my Dad's love. It's going to be amazing, we will become sisters." she says, giving her future sister a comforting smile.

Alexandra looks at her daughters, feeling a surge of love and gratitude. "You know, girls, this wedding isn't just about John and me. It's about all of us coming together as a family. It's about our love and our commitment to each other," she says, her voice filled with emotion.

John nods, his eyes shining with love. "That's right. We're not just becoming husband and wife, we're becoming a family. And that's something worth celebrating," he says, giving Alexandra a loving look.

The four of them sit together, wrapped in a moment of love and togetherness, the worries of the wedding melting away in the warmth of their bond. No matter what Alexandra already had the greatest title anyone could ever have.  She was her daughter's hero and  no one could take that away from her, despite several peoples attempts. There was one last thing she needed to do.  Dethrone Julianna DiMaria.

Home Stuff
Dallas, Tx.
12/7/23

The twilight sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as Alexandra Calaway's car pulled into the driveway. The engine's hum subsided, leaving behind a quiet that mirrored the exhaustion etched into Alexandra's features. The weight of the recent loss lingered on her shoulders as she climbed out of the car. Dropping her bags inside the entryway, she made her way into the backyard.  Overhead hung fairy lights, filling the space with light. The scent of a barbecue wafted through the air, a deliberate attempt by John Strader, Alexandra's boyfriend, to lift her spirits. He stood by the grill, his silhouette outlined by the warm glow of the flames. Ashlynn, Alexandra's daughter, and Mackenzie, John's daughter, played near a set table adorned with vibrant flowers.

"Hey babe, you look beautiful." John greeted as Alexandra approached, his eyes mirroring a mixture of concern and comfort. “Welcome home.”  He pulled her into a tight hug, knowing what she had just endured.

"Hey my love, hello girls." she replied, a weary smile gracing her lips. The air was heavy with unspoken understanding. “Thank you my love.”  She buried her face against his shoulder and neck, feeling that she was failing at their legacy.

The backyard was a haven of tranquility, a deliberate escape from the chaos of the wrestling world. A cozy setup welcomed Alexandra—a wooden table adorned with flickering candles and plates filled with an array of grilled delights. Ashlynn and Mackenzie rushed towards Alexandra, their laughter a soothing melody. They enveloped her in an embrace that transcended words, a familial warmth that whispered, "You're not alone."

"Thought a little barbecue might lift your spirits," John said, gesturing towards the spread. "And the girls helped with the setup. They wanted to do something nice for you and I couldn’t resist."

The sizzle of the grill punctuated the air, a symphony of crackling flames and tantalizing aromas. John, a master of the barbecue, manned the grill with practiced ease, flipping burgers and brushing on a secret sauce. It brought a smile to her wartorn face.

"Have a seat, babe." He urged, pulling out a chair for her.

As Alexandra settled into the chair, the tableau before her was a testament to the love woven into the fabric of her life. Ashlynn and Mackenzie, their eyes filled with a youthful exuberance, chattered about life and their latest adventures, bringing a smile to Alexandra’s features. The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced around the backyard. The flickering candles took on a renewed significance, their glow a gentle reminder that even in the dimmest moments, light could be found. Plates laden with barbecue delights were set before Alexandra, a feast meant not just for the body but for the soul. The first bite, a burst of flavors, felt like a respite from the intense battles in the ring.

"You know," John began, taking a seat beside her, "championships come and go, but what we have here, this family, it's what truly matters."

Ashlynn nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Mom, you're still a champ to us."

“Definitely.”  Mackenzie spoke up.  “I’m honored to be learning from you. The only legend other than the Straders that I even care to learn from.”

“Thank you girls. And John, you always believe in me, even when I don’t.”

A mixture of gratitude and a touch of sadness gleamed in Alexandra's eyes. She was acutely aware of the transient nature of championships, the unpredictable tides of victory and defeat. Yet, in the glow of the backyard barbecue, surrounded by those who cherished her beyond the titles, there was a solace that transcended the transient.

“I know, it doesn't make the sting of the loss any less.” She took a deep breath.  “Every match, every trial I face, isn’t just for me.  It’s cementing the legacy that came before me, that I plan to pass on to you two.”

The evening unfolded with laughter, shared stories, and the clinking of glasses. The chatter veered away from the world of wrestling, embracing the simplicity of familial bonds. The barbecue, initially intended as a distraction, evolved into a celebration—a celebration of resilience, love, and the unwavering support that defined their makeshift family.

"I might've lost a title," Alexandra mused, her eyes reflecting the dancing flames, "but I've gained something far more enduring. Humble in victory, humble in defeat."

“Damn straight babe.  You and I both know you are one of the greatest Bombshell Roulette Champions to ever hold that title. You’ve brought honor to it.” John smiled.

The night draped its comforting shroud over the backyard, and as the last embers of the barbecue faded, what remained was a warmth that emanated not just from the grill but from the hearts entwined in the tapestry of their chosen family. In that quiet moment, beneath the canvas of a starlit sky, Alexandra found solace in the arms of those who saw her not just as a champion in the ring but as the resilient woman who embraced victories and defeats with equal grace.

---

Good Morning Dallas
Dallas, Tx.
12/8/23

The interview is taking place in a well-lit studio with the iconic Dallas skyline visible through the large windows in the background. Alexandra is seated comfortably in a stylish chair, exuding confidence. The interviewer, representing NBC 5, is poised and ready to delve into the upcoming showdown.

Interviewer: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest with us today, none other than the Bombshell Roulette Champion, Alexandra Calaway. Alexandra, welcome!"

Alexandra: "Thank you for having me. It's always a pleasure to speak with the great people of my home city, Dallas."

As Alexandra responds, she adjusts the Bombshell Roulette Championship belt resting on her shoulder, making it clear that she's arrived not just as an interviewee but as the reigning champion.

Interviewer: "Now, Alexandra, you're heading into a high-stakes match against Bobbie Dahl at December 2 Dismember. This rivalry has seen its fair share of twists. What's your mindset going into this one?"

The camera zooms in on Alexandra's focused expression, capturing the anticipation in the air.

Alexandra: "Oh, it's always intense when I step into the ring, especially with someone like Bobbie Dahl. We've clashed before, and each time it's been a battle. But this time, it's not just about victory; it's about proving who truly deserves to hold the Bombshell Roulette Championship."

She leans forward slightly, emphasizing the intensity of her words.

Interviewer: "Bobbie Dahl has made it clear that she wants another shot at you. How do you respond to that, and do you think this match will finally settle the score?"

The camera catches a slight smirk on Alexandra's face as she takes a moment to gather her thoughts, collecting each thought before she continues. Wanting each word she says to have an impact.

Alexandra: "Persistence is admirable, but so is knowing when to let go. Bobbie wants a shot? She's got it. But let's not forget who holds the Bombshell Roulette Championship. And Bobbie is persistent, I'll give her that. But let's not forget, I've beaten her before, and I'll do it again. She seems to have not really noticed the list of people who have fallen at my feet since she has been gone. As for settling the score, every match between us adds another chapter to our story. Whether it settles anything, well, that remains to be seen. But one thing's for sure — the Bombshell Roulette Championship stays with me."

Her confident demeanor sends a clear message — she's not just defending a title; she's defending her legacy, just as she did every single time she’s stepped into that ring.

Interviewer: "The fans are buzzing about this match. What can they expect when Alexandra Calaway and Bobbie Dahl step into the ring at December 2 Dismember?"

The studio atmosphere is charged with excitement as the interviewer poses the question.

Alexandra: "They can expect a spectacle, a clash of titans, if you will. When Alexandra Calaway is in the ring, it's not just a match; it's an experience. Bobbie Dahl is a formidable opponent, but I've faced challenges before, and I've always emerged victorious. This time won't be any different."

She looks directly into the camera, addressing the viewers with a steely gaze.

Interviewer: "And how are you preparing for this encounter? Any special strategies or training routines?"

The interviewer shifts gears, delving into Alexandra's preparation.

Alexandra: "I'm always evolving, always adapting. Bobbie might think she knows what to expect, but I've got some surprises in store. I've been putting in the work, fine-tuning my skills, and I'm ready for whatever she brings. December 2 Dismember is going to be unforgettable, mark my words."

As Alexandra speaks, the camera captures glimpses of her training regimen — a mix of intense workouts and strategic planning.

Interviewer: "Strong words, Alexandra. We'll be eagerly watching. Thank you for joining us today."

The interview wraps up with Alexandra nodding in acknowledgment, her focus unwavering.

Alexandra: "My pleasure. Get ready, Sin City Wrestling fans, because when Alexandra Calaway steps into the ring, you know it's going to be a show."

The camera pans out, capturing the Dallas skyline in the background as the interview concludes.

---

The Lovers Vow
Dallas, Tx.
12/8/23

The soft hum of cicadas filled the air as Alexandra sat in the backyard, the glow of string lights casting a warm ambiance. John joined her, carrying a couple of beers. They settled into the patio furniture, the night stretching out before them. John hands her a beer and the other bottle for himself.

“You know, for a night so calm, you sure seem a bit on edge.”

Alexandra takes a sip of her beer and looks over at him.

“It's the upcoming match, John. Bobbie is not push over and coming off the heels of the loss at Imperial Wrestling’s Odyssey to Nick Knight and the loss of my Invictus Title, makes me realize that all it takes is one bad day.”

John leans back, putting an arm around her.

“You're Alexandra Calaway, you're my old lady. People that underestimate you do so at their own peril. But I get it; it's not about them. It's about you, your standards, your expectations.”

She takes a drink of her beer and nods.

“Yeah, it's like... I've been on this incredible journey. Picking up titles, creating a legacy. But each time I defend, it's like starting from scratch. Like proving I deserve to be at the top.”

John smiles and reaches up, tucking some hair behind her ear.

“You've got a fire in you, Alex, it’s one of the many things I love about you. A fire that's not fueled by titles or victories but by the love for what you do. You're not just defending a title; you're defending your passion, your dedication.”

Alexandra leans back against him, looking up at the stars overhead. A sigh escapes her.

“It gets lonely, you know? Everyone's got their own battles. My friend's are off doing their own things, the girls have their lives, and you're not in the ring anymore.”

John’s voice sounds, filled with a sincere warmth.

“Alex, I might not be in the ring, but I'm always in your corner. I've seen you at your highest, your lowest. I've seen the grit and determination that makes you who you are. You're not alone.”

She gives him a soft smile.

“I know, and I appreciate that more than I can express. It's just coming off the heels of facing Nick Knight, and with this match coming up against Bobbie, who has cost me a title before, I’m starting to wonder if this reign is coming to an end.”

He leans in closer to her, nuzzling against her cheek.

“You've faced tougher challenges babe. Remember that time in OCW when you took on three opponents back-to-back and still came out on top? You thrive under pressure, you do what must be done to win.”

She took some time to reflect on his words. He had a point, it was a different place.

“I miss those days sometimes. The camaraderie, the chaos, even the bruises. It felt like a family, sometimes.”

“Change is inevitable, babe. People move on, promotions shift. But your essence, that doesn't change. You're still the same Alexandra Calaway who fought tooth and nail for everything she has and you continue to do so with each challenge that comes your way. Both in the ring and in life. That’s something I love about you.”

Alexandra looked at him with a smile, kissing his lips softly and pulling back to speak.

“You always know how to calm the storm in my head.”

John grins and pulls her back in close.

“Comes with the territory of being your old man. Now, about this match…”

They both laughed. It’s hard to think that this all happened because the two of them found comfort in each other during times of turmoil.

“What's your advice, coach?”

The couple looked into each other's eyes sitting up. He reaches up, running his fingers down her jawline.

“Trust yourself. Trust in the legacy that you’ve taken the time to build. Remember what you’ve done, the things you’ve accomplished. You’ve held that title for over one hundred days, in your first reign, not everyone can say that. Also remember you're not just carrying a title; you're carrying the hopes and dreams of everyone who's ever believed in you.”

They clink their beer bottles together, the sound echoing in the quiet night. Under the starlit sky, Alexandra felt a renewed sense of purpose, supported by the unwavering belief of the man beside her. As they sat there, the night embracing them, Alexandra found solace in the shared silence and the understanding that some bonds transcended the confines of the wrestling ring.

---

Top Secret Filming Location
Unknown
12/9/23

The setting is a dimly lit room, with the Bombshell Roulette Championship displayed prominently on a pedestal. Alexandra stands in front of it, her gaze fixed on the camera, her tone firm.

“You know, every time they send someone my way, they think they've got the key to unlock this puzzle, to dethrone the Fallen Angel. But here's the thing, folks, every time this title has been on the line, I've stood tall, and my reign is etched in the annals of history.”

She shook her head.

“Let’s start with the moment I won the title. Jessie Salco, tough and strong, Jessie Salco.  Listen up, Sin City Wrestling, because I've got a tale to tell. It was a night that echoed with the pounding heartbeat of competition, where I, Alexandra Calaway, stood toe-to-toe with Jessie Salco, a formidable adversary. The stage was set, and the coveted Bombshell Roulette Championship dangled like a tempting prize above the ring.”

She took a moment to think about all that had happened in that mach.

“From the moment that bell chimed, the ring became a battleground for our conflicting styles. Jessie, with her technical finesse, tried to outsmart the brawler within me. Move for move, submission for strike, it was a symphony of conflict, a dance of resilience and pure, unbridled determination. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, absorbing every bone-crushing impact and calculated maneuvers.”

The current reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion spoke softly.

“This victory wasn't just about the gold around my waist; it was a culmination of a journey, a testament to resilience in the face of adversity. I stood tall, triumphant in the ring, proving that in the world of Sin City Wrestling, when the dust settles and the bell tolls, Alexandra Calaway is the one who stands victorious. And mark my words, this is just the beginning of my reign. There's a storm brewing, and as your Bombshell Roulette Champion, I'm the tempest that will leave an indelible mark on this promotion.”

She remembered her match against Seleana Zdunich. 

“Ah, the night I defended my Bombshell Roulette Championship against Seleana Zdunich, a clash that echoed through the hallowed halls of Sin City Wrestling. Seleana, a tenacious competitor, sought to dethrone the newly crowned queen, but little did she know the storm that awaited her in the squared circle. The air was charged with anticipation as we locked eyes, a dance of gladiators poised to prove their mettle.”

Seleana was tough, she tossed everything at Alexandra that she could. But it still wasn’t enough.

“Seleana brought her A-game, no doubt. But I, Alexandra Calaway, the Fallen Angel, the Mistress of Mayhem, was not about to relinquish my title so easily. Move after move, we pushed each other to the limits, the ring bearing witness to our unyielding spirit. When the dust settled and the final bell tolled, I emerged victorious, my reign as Bombshell Roulette Champion solidified. Sin City Wrestling, Seleana tested my resolve, but in the end, it was my wings that soared above the competition. And as I stand here, championship in hand, I dare anyone to step into the ring and challenge the might of the Fallen Angel. The roulette wheel may spin, but fate has already chosen its champion, and that champion is none other than Alexandra Calaway.”

She took a deep breath, she remembered her match against Laura Phoenix, a woman who even before the match, had a ton of Alexandra’s respect.

“Ah, the clash of titans, my defense against Laura Phoenix for the Bombshell Roulette Championship, an encounter that transcended the boundaries of competition. Laura, a force to be reckoned with, a phoenix rising from the ashes, challenged me in a way few ever had. There was a palpable respect in the air, a mutual understanding that only intensified as the battle raged on.”

She had a lot to thank Laura for.

“Our styles collided in a symphony of strikes, grapples, and aerial displays. Laura pushed me beyond my limits, testing the very essence of my resilience. In her eyes, I saw a reflection of my own determination—a fierce desire to prove oneself in the unforgiving realm of Sin City Wrestling. Every move became a testament to our shared passion for this sport, and every near fall echoed the heartbeat of our unwavering commitment.”

Laura Phoenix wasn’t a woman who was to be taken lightly, she was a fierce competitor in that ring.

“When the dust settled, and the bell rang its final toll, I stood there, still the Bombshell Roulette Champion, but forever changed by the crucible that was Laura Phoenix. Respect isn't just given; it's earned, and on that night, Laura earned every ounce of it. Sin City Wrestling witnessed a spectacle, a testament to the power that lies within these sacred ropes. As I held my title high, it wasn't just a victory; it was a nod to a fellow warrior, a recognition that in the crucible of competition, bonds are forged, and champions rise.”

However Alexandra had stood victorious in that bout as well.

“Ah, the dance of destiny, where Bea Barnhart and Georgie Robertson dared to challenge the Bombshell Roulette Champion. The stage was set, and the roulette wheel, an arbiter of fate, decided the rules of engagement. Bea, with her technical prowess, and Georgie, the relentless powerhouse, aimed to dethrone me. But in the chaos of the Bombshell Roulette, where unpredictability reigns supreme, I stood unyielding.”

Both of these women were commendable for their efforts, for their desire to be the champion.

“With every twist of fate, I adapted, showcasing the versatility that defines a true champion. Bea's technical finesse clashed with Georgie's brute strength, creating a tapestry of struggle and determination. As the roulette wheel dictated the terms, we waltzed through stipulations that tested our very limits. It wasn't just a match; it was a testament to the unpredictability that makes Sin City Wrestling a haven for the audacious. When the dust settled, and the echoes of battle faded, I emerged victorious, still the Bombshell Roulette Champion. Bea and Georgie brought their A-game, but in the realm of uncertainty, I thrive, and as I held the title aloft, it wasn't just a victory; it was a proclamation that the Bombshell Roulette Championship found its true Guardian.”

She thought about one of the toughest women she had faced, someone who had ended her Queen for a daydream.

“Ah, the clash with Tempest, a tumultuous symphony of chaos that found its crescendo in the heart of a bustling mall. The ring was forsaken for the chaos of consumerism, a battleground amidst holiday decorations and flashing sale signs. The Bombshell Roulette Championship hung in the balance as Tempest and I engaged in a mall brawl like no other.”

Her body still ached from that match up.

“With each crash and collision, the frenzied shoppers became unwilling spectators to a spectacle of violence and resilience. Tempest, the towering force from Honolulu, clashed with the unyielding spirit of the Bombshell Champion. Amidst the aisles, a mountain of Christmas items bore witness to our struggle, each object a testament to the ferocity of our clash. As the chaos subsided, and the once pristine mall transformed into a war zone, I stood triumphant, having buried Tempest beneath the debris of consumerist fervor. The Bombshell Roulette Championship remained securely in my possession, a trophy earned in the most unconventional of arenas, a mall turned battlefield.”

The screen flickers to life, showcasing snippets of Alexandra's past title defenses. She smiles brightly at the memories.

“There, that's where I faced every so-called "untouchable" opponent. They threw everything at me, but did they forget who I am? I'm Alexandra Calaway, the one who danced with demons and emerged unscathed. By the time we step into that ring at December to Dismember, I will have been the Bombshell Roulette Champion one-hundred and twelve days.”

The crowd erupts in cheers as they relive the spine-chilling moments of Alexandra's victories.

“They called it the Bombshell Roulette Championship for a reason. Every defense is a spin of the wheel, a roll of the dice, and guess what? The house always wins. And in this house, I'm the Queen, and no one, absolutely no one, has come close to dethroning me.”

Images of Alexandra delivering her signature moves, countering opponents, and raising the championship in triumph play on the screen.

“Some said I was a paper champion, that I couldn't handle the pressure. But each time that bell rang, I stepped into this ring not just to defend a title but to silence the doubters, to show them that the Fallen Angel is not a myth; she's a force, a reckoning.”

She takes a breath and then looks over at the Bombshell Roulette Championship where it sits on its pedestal.

“Look at this gold. It's not just a piece of metal and leather; it's a symbol. It's a testament to the nights I've spent in this ring, the blood, the sweat, the tears. And every challenger who thought they could take it away, they fell one by one.”

Her eyes are locked back on the camera.

“So this isn’t a question of who's next? Of who's brave enough to step up, to face the Fallen Angel in her domain? The wheel keeps turning, the challenges keep coming, but mark my words, Bobbie, you'll become just another chapter in the legend of Alexandra Calaway, the guardian of the Bombshell Roulette Championship.”

She paused.

“Bobbie, Bobbie, Bobbie. You just can't seem to get enough, can you? You've been buzzing around, persistent like a moth to a flame, seeking the glory that comes with facing me. Well, congratulations, you got your wish. December to Dismember, it's you and me, and the Bombshell Roulette Championship hanging in the balance.”

Alexandra smirks, a mix of confidence and a touch of amusement on her face.

“You've made it clear that you want another shot at me. Fine. But let's not rewrite history. Last time we faced off, I walked out victorious. You had your chance, and you fell short. Now, you're back, and you're convinced things will be different. Nothing will change what has happened since you left us all. But let me assure you, Bobbie, the woman you faced, has changed a lot in the time that you have been gone. In case you weren’t paying attention last week, look at what I did to Tempest. So far she has been the only person to even come close to dethroning me. And I buried her underneath a pile of Christmas goodness.”

She casually rests her hand on the championship belt, almost caressing it.

“You talk about persistence. Admirable, really. But persistence alone doesn't guarantee success. You see, I hold this title for a reason. It's not just a shiny accessory; it's a symbol of my dominance in this division. Bobbie, you're stepping into my world, a world where I dictate the rules. You're reaching for something that's just out of your grasp.”

Her eyes narrow, the intensity building.

“I don't underestimate you. I've felt your wrath, and I've dished it out. But this is different. This is about more than personal vendettas. This is about proving who is the true queen of the Bombshells. You want to take this title from me? You'll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.”

She steps closer to the camera, the championship glistening in the low light.

“December 2 Dismember won't just be a match. It'll be a statement. A reminder to everyone, especially you, Bobbie, that in the realm of Bombshells, there's Alexandra Calaway, and there's everyone else. You're stepping into a storm, and I suggest you bring your best because anything less won't be enough.”

The camera lingers on Alexandra's confident expression as she makes her declaration, the dim room creating an aura of anticipation for the impending clash at December 2 Dismember.

Just like Old Times
MGM GRAND Casino Buffet
10/18/23

The clinking of cutlery and the murmur of casino chatter surround a table at the expansive MGM Grand Casino buffet. Alexandra is seated with her friends—Mika and Zak Attano, the dynamic Attano siblings, and a few other longtime comrades in the wrestling industry.

“Can you believe it, guys? High Stakes XIII, Bombshell Roulette Championship on the line, and I'm facing Bea and Georgie.”

Alexandra nodded and Mika spoke, raising her eyebrow.

“That's one stacked lineup. Bea's a submission specialist, and Georgie's got that unpredictable factor.”

“But you've faced tougher odds before, Lex. Remember when we took on the Brotherhood back in Philly?”

Zak nodded.  Alexandra remembered that match all too well.

“Ah, the Brotherhood. Those were the days. But this is different. Bea and Georgie, they want this title. They hunger for it. But here's the thing, they've never faced someone quite like me. At least not a focused me.
 When I came here, I was far too focused on getting people to like me. Then I said screw it, did my own thing and bam, started winning.”

Amid the friendly banter, the buffet spread showcases a variety of delectable options.

“So, what do we think, guys? Carb-loading before the chaos?”

Mika grinned.

“I heard they have killer mac and cheese.”

As they load their plates with an assortment of culinary delights, the conversation turns back to the upcoming match. Zak spoke up, bringing back old memories.

“Lex, remember when we used to plan our strategies over meals like this?”

“Those were the days. But the strategy remains the same: adapt, dominate, and leave with that title.”

That brought back a sense of nostalgia for Alexandra and she watched as Mika raised her glass.

“To resilience and victory. I know you will kick both of their asses to Hell and Back.”

They clink glasses in a toast, the camaraderie evident in their shared history and mutual respect. The buffet atmosphere becomes a backdrop to a moment of unity among friends, gearing up for another chapter in Alexandra's storied wrestling career. The ambiance of the MGM Grand Casino buffet continues as Alexandra and her friends engage in more banter, savoring the pre-match camaraderie. Zak asked about her pre-match plans.

“So, Lex, any pre-match rituals you're sticking to for High Stakes XIII?”

A smirk crossed Alexandra’s face.

“Just the classics. A bit of visualization, some good tunes to get in the zone, and, of course, a healthy dose of trash talk to keep things interesting.”

She watched as her friend Mika continued.

“Trash talk is your specialty, Lex. Remember that showdown with Silverback Smith?”

“Ah, Silverback. He could talk the talk, but in the ring? Not so much.”

The trio chuckled about their conversation when Alexandra speaks up again.

“What gets me is Bea, who sure has beaten me before, assumes I have to pay people off so I can win a match.  But it’s funny.. I’m currently holding three titles, spanning across several companies. Sin City Wrestling’s Bombshell Roulette Championship, Imperial Wrestling Federation’s Invictus Championship, and OCW’s Anarchy Championship.

The conversation drifts into a blend of wrestling anecdotes and personal stories, a mix that characterizes the unique bond among these friends. Zak piped up to speak.

“You know, it's wild thinking about how far you've come. From local shows to High Stakes at the MGM Grand.”

“It's been a journey, for sure. And it's not over. This Bombshell Roulette match? It's a chance to etch another chapter in the history books.”

As they enjoy their meal, the casino's lively atmosphere adds an extra layer of excitement to the anticipation of the upcoming match. Mika asked a very important question.

“Lex, if you could pick your entrance music for High Stakes, what would it be?”

Alexandra took a few moments to think about it.

“Something bold, something that screams "I'm here to dominate." Maybe a classic rock anthem?”

Zak nodded thinking about his massive collection of songs.

“How about "Immigrant Song" by Led Zeppelin? That's got the right vibe.”

Alexandra shook her head chuckling.

“Perfect. Picture it: the lights dim, the crowd roaring, and "Ah-ah, ah!" echoing through the arena. Goosebumps, right?”

Their laughter and banter weave seamlessly with the clinking of cutlery and distant casino sounds, creating a snapshot of wrestlers finding solace and strength in each other's company before the storm of High Stakes XIII. Zak raised his glass towards Alexandra and began to speak.

“To conquering the chaos and retaining that Bombshell Roulette title!”

They clink glasses once more, sealing the pact of friendship and shared ambition in the heart of the MGM Grand Casino.

---

Casino Floor
MGM Grand
Las Vegas, Nevada
10/19/23

The scene unfolds in a dimly lit room, the faint hum of slot machines echoing in the background. Alexandra Calaway, the Bombshell Roulette Champion, stands confidently, the championship gleaming on her shoulder.

“High Stakes XIII is rapidly approaching, and the wheel of fate is ready to spin. Now, some may cower at the uncertainty, the unpredictability of a roulette wheel. But not me. I welcome it, embrace it, like a high roller in a casino eagerly placing their bets.”

She smirks, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“You see, the roulette wheel is a fickle mistress, much like the wrestling ring. It doesn't discriminate; it offers both risk and reward. Bea and Georgie, they might be nervously contemplating what the wheel might land on, but not me. I step up to that wheel with the confidence of a seasoned gambler, ready for whatever number fate decides.”

As she speaks, the camera captures the subtle clinking of poker chips and distant cheers from the casino floor.

“In this casino of competition, the roulette wheel is my ally. Whether it's a Hardcore Match, a Submission Match, or even a Tables Match, I'm ready. Like a skilled card player, I know how to adapt, how to play the hand I'm dealt. The wheel is a reminder that every spin brings a new opportunity, a chance to showcase my skills in a different light.”

She pauses, her gaze fixed on an imaginary roulette wheel spinning in her mind.

“Some may fear the uncertainty, but I thrive in it. It's the essence of this business — the unpredictability, the thrill. Much like a gambler placing a bet on red or black, I place my bet on myself. I trust my abilities, my experience, to come out on top, regardless of what the wheel dictates.”

The room is filled with the faint jingles of a slot machine hitting the jackpot.

“So, as the wheel spins, as the crowd holds its breath in anticipation, remember this — I'm not afraid of the outcome. Whether it's a match stipulation that favors me or one that challenges me, I'll face it head-on. High Stakes XIII isn't just a show; it's a spectacle, a roll of the dice where the Bombshell Roulette Championship is the ultimate prize. And when that wheel stops spinning, you'll see why I'm the queen of this casino, ready to collect my winnings once again.”

The cheers of victorious gamblers and the pathetic moans of those who didn’t win, fill Alexandra’s ears. She doesn’t feel sorry for them, because losing is just another lesson. It builds character.

“The Roulette wheel, a capricious force that could strike any fate upon me at High Stakes XIII, and yet, I stand unyielding, unafraid. Unlike those who tremble at the wheel's uncertainty, I welcome it. Fear is for the weak, for those who can't fathom the intricate dance of chance and skill. The wheel is but a tool, a mechanism to test the mettle of its participants, and I walk into that arena with an unshakable confidence.”

She smirks, the glint of the Bombshell Roulette Championship catching the light.

“The wheel spins, the tension rises, but my resolve remains unwavering. I don't fear the twist of fate; I revel in it. Each rotation is an opportunity, a canvas upon which I paint my dominance. Whether it's a ladder match, a submission showdown, or a steel cage spectacle, I'll face it with the poise of a queen in her realm. The wheel may turn, but so does the tide of battle, and at the end of it all, I'll stand tall, my reign continuing, the wheel just a fleeting whisper in the saga of my supremacy.”

Taking a breath she continued.

“But isn't it fascinating? Bea Barnhart and Georgie Robertson, two contenders eager to dethrone the reigning queen. I've heard your words, and I must say, it's quite the spectacle. Bea, your honesty is refreshing, but let's not kid ourselves. Your record might be identical to mine, but when the bright lights shine at High Stakes XIII, it's not about history; it's about the moment. And in that moment, my experience will be your greatest adversary.”

Alexandra smirks, her eyes gleaming with confidence.

“Georgie, darling, your swagger is commendable, but let's not get lost in the hype. Beating a former champion to earn your shot is impressive, but the Bombshell Roulette Championship isn't just handed to those with impressive resumes. It's earned in the ring, under these very lights, and I've earned it time and time again. Your intelligence may be to your advantage, but it can also be your downfall. In this ring, it's about instinct, about heart, and about the will to overcome.”

She adjusts the Bombshell Roulette Championship on her shoulder.

“Bea, you speak of fairness and integrity, and I respect that. But High Stakes XIII isn't a morality play; it's a battleground. What matters is not the path we took to get here but what we're willing to do to leave with that championship. And trust me, I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Your statistics, your truth, they matter little when the bell tolls, and the real game begins.”

Alexandra leans in, a glint of intensity in her eyes.

“I've been in this business longer than most, and every win and every loss has shaped me into the champion you see before you. Bea, your redemption story might be inspiring, but it won't come at my expense. Georgie, your desire to excel is admirable, but the Bombshell Roulette Championship isn't a stepping stone; it's the pinnacle. On High Stakes XIII, I won't just defend this title; I'll cement my legacy. Be ready for a fight, ladies, because when the dust settles, the queen will still be standing.”

She places her title down on a table, motioning for it.

“Well, isn't this a delightful surprise? Bea, you seem to be quite confident about your chances in our Bombshell Roulette Championship match. But confidence doesn't win matches; actions do. And as for your little cryptic message, forgive me if I don't indulge in deciphering games. I prefer to communicate in the ring, with my fist.”

She leans forward her hands firmly on the table, a steely glint in her eyes.

“Your claim about being well-liked, dear, is subjective. Sure, you may have your fan club, but when it comes to wrestling, the only thing that matters is what happens inside those ropes. As for your victories over me, consider them in the past. I've evolved since then, and Sunday will be a testament to that evolution. Not well liked huh? My name sounds in these halls, you say none of the other wrestlers like me? That’s funny considering I’m friends with several of them.”

Alexandra smirks, a touch of amusement in her voice.

“Now, I must say, I'm not one to underestimate opponents. You and Georgie are on my radar. I don't need distractions or alliances; I stand alone, and that's enough.I will retain my Bombshell Roulette Championship. As for your comments about me paying off Georgie, unlike you, I don’t need to pay someone off to hold you back. I want both of you to come at me. Because when I beat both of you and send you packing back to the end of the line, you’ll see that your words were simply smoke screens and mirrors. Because you want to take the camera off yourself. So tell me Bea, who did YOU pay off to win a chance at me? If you really think that's true, boo boo, then you'd make the in-game adjustments! Put me in coach! You'd out pay me to out play me? To be the man you gotta beat the man yadda yadda. Well Bea Darling, what's it gonna be? I can make an OnlyFans and kick your ass there too for a low cost of $9.99 a month, then we can BOTH get paid! Still scared? Thought so. Put your money where your mouth is..”

She pauses for a moment. 

“Wait. Don’t do that. I’m pretty sure your mouth has been places we don't care to see or experience. Either way, it really doesn’t matter sweetheart. Because come High Stakes XIII, your confidence might just crumble under the weight of my experience and determination.”

She stands up, the intensity in her gaze unwavering.

“As for nightmares, Bea, I've faced far scarier things than your visage. Sunday, the only thing haunting anyone will be the realization that they stepped into the ring with the queen of chaos. So, enjoy your cryptic games, but when that bell rings, there's no riddle to solve—just the inevitable chaos that I bring.”

She looks directly into the camera, a final, chilling message. She lifts the title back onto her shoulder.

“Georgie Robertson, a name etched in the annals of this industry, a legacy that echoes through the corridors of time. To call her a mere "paid lackey" is not just a dismissal; it's a blatant disregard for the blood, sweat, and passion she's poured into this sport.”

The camera captures the intensity in Alexandra's eyes, each word a deliberate strike against the perceived insult.

“Bea, in your attempt to diminish Georgie's legacy, you've not only insulted her but every fan who's ever cheered for her, every adversary who's tasted defeat at her hands. Georgie is not a lackey; she's a titan in her own right, a force that has shaped the very foundations of this industry.”

A brief pause punctuates Alexandra's words, the weight of them settling in the air like a challenge issued.

“Your words, Bea, reverberate with disrespect. To diminish Georgie's journey, her sacrifices, by reducing her to a mere "paid lackey" is to ignore the very essence of what makes her a cornerstone of this industry. Georgie isn't just a wrestler; she's a symbol of resilience, a testament to the indomitable spirit that defines true champions.”

The camera zooms in on Alexandra's expression, a mix of defiance and indignation.

“You see, Bea, in the world of wrestling, where respect is earned through battles fought and won, Georgie stands tall. She's faced adversaries and conquered challenges, etching her legacy in the hearts of fans worldwide. To trivialize her journey is to undermine the very spirit of competition that we, as wrestlers, hold sacred. It’s an offense to my legacy as well, to cheapen it by saying I need to pay people off in order to win a match.  Poor judgement really considering my twenty-three plus years doing this.”

As Alexandra speaks, thinking about the highlights from Georgie's career, showcasing the moments that define her as more than a mere "lackey."

“Bea, your words are not just an insult to Georgie; they are an affront to the sport itself. Georgie's legacy is woven into the fabric of wrestling, and to dismiss her as a pawn is a disrespect to every fan who's invested their emotions in her victories and losses.”

A steely resolve replaces the momentary pause as Alexandra continues her impassioned address.

“Georgie Robertson isn't defined by your labels, Bea; she's defined by the battles she's fought and the victories she's earned. At High Stakes XIII, Georgie will transcend your misguided words, and as we clash for the Bombshell Roulette Championship, the world will witness the resilience of a true champion.”

Alexandra shakes her head, disappointed in Bea’s behavior.

“High Stakes XIII will be a night you won't forget, but for me, it's just another chapter in a story of dominance. See you in the ring babes, and may the best woman win.”

Someone in the area hits a jackpot and Alexandra smirks, waving at the camera, before walking away, the camera follows her for a few moments before she looks over her shoulder and snaps the screen goes black.

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The Forum Shops Luxury Shopping Mall at Caesars Palace
Las Vegas, Nv
10/20/23

The area is bathed in a dim, ethereal glow as the camera converges on the figure of Alexandra, poised at the edge of a fountain. A hush falls over the crowd, a palpable anticipation that crackles in the air, mirroring the intensity radiating from Alexandra's piercing gaze. The silence is broken by a solitary drumbeat, echoing like a distant war drum, gradually building in intensity.

“Sin City, denizens of the wrestling cosmos, bear witness to the rebirth of victory, the fusion of sagacity and might, the resurgence of a goddess manifested in the squared circle. Tonight, I am the reincarnation of Athena!”

The crowd around her moves away leaving her there alone. Alexandra rises from the fountain’s edge and has a regal look about her, exuding power.

“For those unacquainted, Athena—the celestial tactician, the deity of warfare, and the guardian of champions. She, who sprang forth fully armored and poised for battle from the intellect of Zeus. Tonight, I am your Athena, armed not with a spear but with the prowess of a thousand strategies and the fortitude of a thousand warriors."

As Alexandra speaks, the screen flickers to life, showcasing a montage of her past triumphs—a visual testament to the battles she's engaged in and emerged victorious, flashed onto the backdrop of the fountain. Raising her eyebrow she begins to speak again.

“Why Athena, you may ponder? Because in this arena, wisdom reigns supreme. It's not merely about brute force; it's about outsmarting, outmaneuvering, and transcending the chaos with tactical brilliance. Each move, every calculated step, is a stroke of genius.”

The crowd around her, caught in the oratory spell, amplifies their cheers, the resonance echoing through the arena like a rallying war cry. She gives a small smirk and continues.

“Much like Athena of yore, tonight, I demand your homage. For I am more than a mere wrestler; I am a myth in motion, a goddess clad in combat boots. My mind is my weapon, and tonight, I shall outthink, outmaneuver, and overcome every contender audacious enough to stand before me.”

The area intensifies on Alexandra, casting a divine glow as if she channels the very spirit of the legendary goddess. She raises her arm in victory.

“Sin City, bear witness to the ascension of Athena, the tactician of the ring, the goddess of triumph! Tonight, as I retain the Bombshell Roulette Champion, I shall etch my name indelibly into the tapestry of wrestling lore, and akin to Athena, I shall reign supreme!”

With a final defiant gaze, Alexandra relinquishes the microphone, and the arena pulsates with cheers, heralding her entry into the arena—a modern-day Athena, resolute in her quest to conquer all.

Legendary
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Tx
9/28/23

Alexandra sat at her computer having found out her opponent was going to be none other than Laura Phoenix, in her second defense of the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Laura Phoenix, a legend in the industry, just as she herself was. Seeing their little match blurb she shook her head. She couldn’t be bothered with all that mess. Letting it bother her would only prove a weakness. She needed to focus all her energy on facing Laura. Not a lot of women had the staying power that Alexandra, Laura, and Jessie had. Those who did were few and far between. Those who couldn’t, walked away from the industry, to pursue other things, other careers, families or due to injuries and burning out.Those whose hearts were truly in it, stayed strong in the face of all that.

The Unyielding Legacy: What it Means to be a Legend in Wrestling

In the grand tapestry of professional wrestling, the term "Legend" is not casually bestowed; it is earned through a combination of skill, charisma, and a profound impact on the industry. Legends are not just skilled athletes; they are architects of moments that echo through time, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts and minds of fans.

For Alexandra Calaway, the journey to legendary status has been a tumultuous yet triumphant odyssey. Being a legend means more than just amassing championships and accolades; it is about weaving a narrative that captivates audiences, transcending the boundaries of the squared circle to become a symbol of inspiration and aspiration.

Legends are storytellers, using their bodies as a canvas to paint tales of heroism, tragedy, and triumph. Each match, each feud, contributes to the evolving saga that defines a legendary career. Alexandra's story, marked by victories and defeats, heartbreak and redemption, embodies the essence of what it means to be a legend.

Beyond the confines of the ring, legends are pillars of the wrestling community, providing guidance and inspiration to the next generation of stars. They become mentors, passing down not just technical expertise but the intangible qualities that elevate a wrestler to greatness — resilience, perseverance, and an unyielding passion for the craft.

A legend's impact extends beyond championships; it reverberates through the very soul of professional wrestling. Moments etched in time, whether it's a breathtaking match, a riveting promo, or a heartwarming interaction with fans, contribute to the legacy of a true icon. Alexandra's journey, marked by unforgettable matches and her unwavering connection with the audience, has solidified her as a luminary in the wrestling pantheon.

In the hero's journey, trials are inevitable. Legends face adversity head-on, turning obstacles into stepping stones toward immortality. Alexandra's battles against formidable opponents, her resilience in the face of personal tragedy, and her unapologetic embrace of the hardcore style are chapters that define her as a wrestling hero.

Legends are not bound by time; they transcend eras, becoming timeless symbols of the sport's enduring magic. As Alexandra steps into the ring, she carries with her the weight of history, mindful of the legends who paved the way before her and determined to leave a legacy that future generations will look to with reverence.

Being a legend is a responsibility, a commitment to leaving the industry better than when one entered it. It's about giving back, whether through passing on knowledge or contributing to the continued evolution of professional wrestling. Alexandra's impact extends beyond championships; it's measured in the lives she has touched, the stories she has told, and the indomitable spirit she brings to the ring.

In the hallowed halls of wrestling lore, legends are not mere mortals; they are demigods, revered for their contributions to an art form that transcends sport. Alexandra Calaway, with her unwavering dedication, her electrifying performances, and her place as a trailblazer in women's wrestling, stands as a testament to what it truly means to be a legend in the wrestling world.

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Online Article by Wrestling News Daily
Viewed in Dallas, Tx.
9/29/23

In a showdown that promises to set Sin City Wrestling ablaze, the Bombshell Roulette Championship will be on the line as Alexandra Calaway squares off against Laura Phoenix in the Main Event. These two women, each boasting an impressive list of accolades and wrestling styles, are set to deliver a memorable encounter that fans won't soon forget.

Physical Attributes:
Alexandra stands at 5'6" and weighs 125 lbs, while Laura Phoenix is slightly taller at 5'7" and weighs 147 lbs. Both have agile and compact physiques, suited for their wrestling styles.

Gimmick:
Alexandra embodies a darker persona, often concealed behind her attractive exterior. She's known for her ruthless streak and her willingness to use fire as a weapon. Laura, on the other hand, is a face character, representing a heroic persona who enjoys fan support. She doesn't rely on extreme elements like fire in her wrestling.

Ring Attire:
Alexandra adapts her attire based on the situation, favoring diverse colors and styles. She opts for standard wrestling gear in regular matches. In contrast, Laura appears in a more consistent attire, typically donning wrestling gear that emphasizes functionality.

Wrestling Style:
Alexandra boasts a versatile style encompassing technical prowess, brawling, and occasional high-flying maneuvers. She's a daredevil in the ring and is known for her technical acumen. Willing to do whatever it takes to get the pinfall. Laura adopts a more technical approach, often targeting specific body parts of her opponents with strikes and holds, resembling the styles of strikers and flyers.

Finishers:
Alexandra employs the "Fallen Angel" (Spinning Sitout Lifting Double Underhook Facebuster) and "Apocalypse" (Elevated Powerbomb/Last Ride) as her primary finishers. Laura has a varied arsenal, with finishers like "Kick To Damnation" (Superkick), "Whiplash" (a modified Edge-O-Matic), and "Neuro-mutilation" (Snapmare driver).

Entrance:
Alexandra's entrance is accompanied by "Mine" by Halestorm, featuring dramatic lighting, fog, and a confident strut. In contrast, Laura enters to "Hell Yeah" by Rev Theory, with energetic fan interaction, pyrotechnics, and fist-raising moments.

Career Highlights:
Alexandra boasts an impressive 19-time Hardcore Championship reign, along with several women's and tag team titles, as well as a World Championship reign, marking her as a dominant force in the wrestling world. Laura, on the other hand, has a rich history of title victories, including being a 4-time RCW World Champion and earning a place in the PWSWF Hall of Fame.

Career Trajectory:
Alexandra's career journey includes overcoming a serious injury, a personal tragedy involving her husband, and a triumphant return to the ring to provide for her daughter. Laura's career highlights include a 178-day X-Division Championship reign and her inclusion in the PWS Hall of Fame.

In conclusion, while both Alexandra Calaway and Laura Phoenix have left significant marks in the wrestling industry, they diverge in their personas, in-ring styles, and career trajectories. Their clash in Sin City Wrestling's Main Event promises to be a captivating encounter, showcasing their unique abilities and contrasting approaches to the sport.

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Blood and Guts
San Francisco, California
9/29/23

The camera focuses on Alexandra Calaway, the Bombshell Roulette Championship glinting ominously in the dimly lit room. Her piercing gaze remains locked on the lens as she begins to speak, her words filled with both respect and determination.

“My path to the Bombshell Roulette Championship was a tumultuous one, marked by a series of grueling and unforgettable matches that showcased my unwavering determination, tenacity, and unquenchable thirst for success. But it was not an easy one, no. It all began with a fateful decision. I, a seasoned veteran of the wrestling world, made the choice to step into the chaotic realm of 2 out of 3 falls, hardcore matches. This was not a decision taken lightly, for such matches are a true test of a wrestler's physical and mental fortitude.”

She remembers back just a few weeks ago to when she claimed the Bombshell Roulette Championship from Jessie Salco.

“My first challenge came in the form of Jessie Salco, a formidable opponent with an impressive track record. The stakes were high: the coveted Bombshell Roulette Championship was on the line. I knew that to secure this championship, she would have to push her limits, go beyond her comfort zone, and confront the brutality of hardcore wrestling. The match was a relentless, back-and-forth brawl that saw both of us push ourselves to the brink. Fall after fall, we battered each other with unforgiving weapons, our bodies absorbing the punishment. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, witnessing a clash of two titans who refused to yield.”

That was one of the hardest battles she had faced since joining Sin City Wrestling. Even more so than fighting anyone else she had faced.  Now she had a new challenger.

“As the falls accumulated, it became clear that our resolve was unwavering. We demonstrated an uncanny ability to adapt to the hardcore environment, wielding chairs, kendo sticks, and tables with precision and ferocity. Each fall I secured was a testament to my versatility as a wrestler and my unrelenting pursuit of victory. In the end, I emerged victorious, having secured two out of the three falls. I had conquered Jessie Salco in a grueling, epic battle that left both of us battered and bruised. The Bombshell Roulette Championship is now firmly in my grasp, a symbol of my unrelentless spirit and willingness to embrace the chaos of hardcore wrestling. Which many cannot do.”

She moved around, thinking about everything that brought her there.

“But there was no time to rest on my laurels. My championship reign had just begun, and my next challenge was already looming on the horizon. The Bombshell Roulette Championship is unique in that it required its new champion to defend it in 2 out of 3 falls, tables matches. It was a stipulation that added an extra layer of complexity and danger to my title defenses.”

Then there was Seleana, the wife of one of Alexandra’s greatest opponents. 

“My first defense would be against Seleana, a skilled and ruthless competitor who was eager to dethrone me as the new champion. I knew that I couldn't afford to underestimate my opponent, especially in a tables match where victory demanded not just athleticism but strategy and cunning. The battle that followed was nothing short of brutal. Tables were shattered, bodies were launched through wood, and the intensity reached a fever pitch. Fall after fall, we fought tooth and nail, neither of us willing to yield an inch. The sheer physicality of the contest was awe-inspiring, a testament to the lengths we were willing to go to secure victory.”

Even then there was another battle that she had to face, another 2 out of 3 falls and again she held title in her hands.

“In the end, it was me who emerged victorious, once again securing two out of the three falls. I had successfully defended my Bombshell Roulette Championship for the first time, proving that my first win was no fluke. But the toll of these matches was undeniable. My body bore the scars of battle, and my spirit had been tested in ways I had never imagined.”

She stopped facing the camera and looked into it. Now a challenge stood in front of her.

“As I prepare for my second title defense, the weight of my journey is hanging heavy on my shoulders. I have faced two formidable opponents in two grueling stipulation matches, and now I am on the cusp of another monumental challenge: defending my championship against Laura Phoenix, a respected veteran of the wrestling world.”

She nodded her head, feeling the excitement building up inside her, but she maintained her cool.

“The road to the championship has been paved with pain, sacrifice, and unwavering determination. My resolve has been tested in the crucible of hardcore wrestling, and I have emerged as a champion who refuses to back down, no matter the odds. But the ultimate test awaits me in the form of Laura Phoenix, and the wrestling world will watch with bated breath to see if Alexandra Calaway can continue her reign as the Bombshell Roulette Champion or crumble at the feet of the Phoenix.”

She smirked, looking into the camera again.

"Laura Phoenix, I want to make something clear right from the start – I respect you. I respect the years you've poured into this industry, the sacrifices, the blood, sweat, and tears that have brought you to where you stand today. Your name is synonymous with excellence, and for good reason. You've earned the admiration of fans worldwide, and that's something that can't be fabricated. It's something that's forged through time and experience."

She takes a brief pause, allowing the weight of her words to linger.

"But here's the thing, Laura. I'm not here to diminish or disrespect your legacy. I'm here to challenge it, to push it to its very limits. The Bombshell Roulette Championship," she gestures to the title, "it's more than just a piece of gold to me. It's a symbol of my dedication, my sacrifices, and my unwavering will to fight for what I believe in."

The room is filled with an almost palpable tension as Alexandra continues.

"I know, Laura, that you're coming for this championship with that same fire, that same dedication. You want to prove that you're still at the top of your game, that you can outperform anyone who steps into the ring with you. And I respect that ambition, I truly do."

She takes a step closer to the camera, her voice growing more intense.

"But let's not kid ourselves. This match, it's not just about titles or prestige. It's about our love for this business, our respect for each other. It's about the countless hours we've spent training, the pain we've endured, and the sacrifices we've made to stand where we are today."

Her eyes seem to burn with an unyielding determination.

"I won't deny it, Laura – I'm willing to go to extremes to defend this championship. I'll push myself to the very brink and then some. Because I understand that to pry this title from my grasp, it's going to take more than just skill; it's going to take almost killing me. And I'm ready for that. Are you?"

She pauses, giving a moment for her words to sink in.

"In that ring, when the bell sounds, it'll be more than just a wrestling match. It'll be a battle of wills, a testament to our shared passion for professional wrestling. It'll be brutal, intense, and unforgettable. And unlike other certain individuals, I won't have to threaten the safety of your family in order to win."

She clenches her fists, her resolve crystal clear. As Alexandra continues her impassioned promo, the weight of the impending match hangs heavy in the air.

"You see, Laura, it's not just about championships and accolades. It's about the legacy we leave behind. The history books of professional wrestling are filled with names of great champions, trailblazers, and icons who've paved the way for future generations. And I have the utmost respect for those who came before us."

She paces back and forth, her words flowing with a blend of reverence and intensity.

"I've always been drawn to the stories of legendary women. Women who broke barriers, who shattered expectations, and who proved that they could excel in a male-dominated industry. They set the standard, and now it's our turn to carry that torch, to add our chapter to that storied history."

The Bombshell Roulette Championship rests on her shoulder, its presence a testament to her journey.

"You've been a part of that journey, Laura. You've left your mark in this business, from the PWSWF to SCW and beyond. Your name is etched in the annals of wrestling greatness, and I respect that. But I also recognize that our paths, though they've never crossed in the past, we will truly collide in a clash of titans unlike they have ever seen in this company.”

The intensity in her eyes never wavers. She takes a moment to pause, soaking in the salt filled air of San Francisco at night.

"It's almost poetic, isn't it? Two women, each with her own legacy, her own story, her own unique style will meet to do battle in the middle of the Sin City Wrestling ring. We together bring a mixture of styles to showcase for everyone just what we are still capable of, for a battle that transcends time. This is more than just a wrestling match; this is a building of legacies, our legacies. Our time is not yet over and it’s time we prove it to each and every one of those ladies in the back."

Her voice takes on a near-preacher's cadence, her words carrying a deeper meaning.

"Laura, I respect you not just as an opponent but as a symbol of what this industry can achieve. You've shown that hard work, dedication, and an unwavering spirit can take you to the highest echelons of wrestling. And I have no doubt that you'll bring all of that to the ring when we face off."

She gestures toward the title on her shoulder, a silent reminder of what's at stake.

"But you must understand, the Bombshell Roulette Championship represents more than just my personal success. It's a symbol of the challenges I've overcome, the obstacles I've conquered, and the sacrifices I've made. I've been to the highest peaks and the darkest depths in my career, and this my Bombshell Roulette Championship, it's a testament to my resilience, my willpower."

Her eyes glisten with a fiery determination. She places a hand on it, looking at it for a moment, soaking in the time she’s having with it.

"In that ring, we'll not only be competing for a championship; we'll be battling for our very legacies. The outcome of this match will be etched in history, and it will be talked about for generations to come. This is our opportunity to carve our names deeper into the annals of wrestling, to inspire the next generation of competitors who look up to us."

Her voice rises, echoing with passion.

"So, Laura, when we step into that ring, let's do more than just wrestle. Let's create a masterpiece, a clash of titans that will stand the test of time. Let's show the world what happens when two warriors, each with her own unique story, collide with the weight of history on their shoulders."

She takes a deep breath, her eyes locked onto the camera.

"This isn't just about winning or losing. It's about forging a moment, a spectacle that will be long remembered. And as we stand face to face, as competitors and as women who've dedicated our lives to this business, let's make this match a testament to our shared love for professional wrestling."

With those resolute words, Alexandra nods, her eyes filled with determination.

"So, Laura Phoenix, bring your A-game, your best moves, and your indomitable spirit, because I'll be doing the same. Let's give these fans a match they'll remember for a lifetime, a match that will solidify our places in the annals of wrestling history. May the best woman win."

With her final words, Alexandra nods, the unspoken challenge clear in her gaze. The room is filled with an electric tension, a sense of anticipation for a match that promises to be nothing short of legendary.

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Pier 39
San Francisco, California
9/29/23

The dim glow of the evening cast long shadows across Alexandra's form as she settled into the wooden bench looking out over the bay. Her Bombshell Roulette Championship, gleaming in the lamplight, rested on her lap, a testament to her recent triumphs. The atmosphere, however, bore an unexpected weight, a tension that lingered like a storm on the horizon.

The soft chime of her phone interrupted the silence, and she reached for it with a sense of anticipation. John's name illuminated the screen, a beacon in the encroaching darkness. With a swift motion, she answered the call, the faint echoes of hope coloring her voice.

"Hey, John. What's going on?"

Instead of the familiar cadence of his voice, a prelude to warmth and familiarity, a voicemail notification punctuated the air. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she tapped to listen, a subtle sense of foreboding settling in her chest.

The voicemail played, his words reaching her like distant echoes, carrying the weight of unspoken burdens.

"Hey, Ally. It's John. I, uh, I needed to head out to Canada for a bit. There are some things I need to handle, and I just... I need some time to think. I'll contact you soon; I promise. Just need to clear my head. Take care, Ally."

The room seemed to contract around her, the ambient sounds of the city outside fading into an indistinct hum. The warmth that usually radiated from the lamp now felt feeble against the encroaching shadows. The weight of John's words settled in the air, a heavy silence stretching between the seconds.

Questions, concerns, and a whirlwind of emotions stirred within her. Alexandra, accustomed to standing resilient against the storms of life, found herself navigating uncharted waters. She replayed the voicemail, parsing each syllable for clues, for a hint of the turmoil he might be facing.

The championship belt, once a symbol of triumph, now lay against the table like a silent companion. In this moment of uncertainty, she felt the cold reality that even champions grappled with challenges beyond the ring. As she stared at the city lights dancing beyond her window, Alexandra braced herself for a storm, both within and without.

With a steadying breath, she whispered to the emptiness around her, "We'll weather this too, John. Together." In the distance thunder rumbled and she turned towards the oncoming storm.

The Strength of love
Strader Estate
Houston Tx
8/21/23

The Strader estate buzzed with a sense of anticipation as Alexandra, John, and their children gathered in the living room. The upcoming trip to Yucatan, Mexico, for the show carried a mixture of excitement, worry, and reflection, a chance for Alexandra to continue her journey in the wrestling world and for the family to bond amidst the whirlwind of their lives. Sitting on the plush couch, Alexandra glanced at John, a knowing smile exchanged between them. Ashlynn and Mackenzie, the bright lights of their lives, were busy chatting about their own adventures. Alexandra took a moment to reflect on the path that had led them here, a journey of trials and triumphs that had woven their lives together inextricably.

"Remember when we first started this journey, John? All the way back in the Original OCW, and look how far this has come, look how far we’ve come." Alexandra's gaze turned nostalgic as she spoke. "Sin City Wrestling, I’ve had my ups and downs. I’ve had wins and losses, the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Imperial Wrestling Federation has treated me well from the moment I walked through their door and I’m currently the holder of their Invictus Championship, a title I bled for. A title that I’ll still have to defend long after this match with Jessie Salco is over. Just as she is looking to end her career, mine is still going. I’ve seen many come and go."

John's eyes sparkled with fond memories, his arm draped over the back of the couch. "Yeah, I remember those days, each one is etched into my memory. The early matches, the sacrifices, all leading up to where we are now. You have faced every challenge head on, win or lose and I am proud of you."

Alexandra's journey from Sin City Wrestling to Imperial Wrestling Federation, even her reign as PWS:Apex's last-ever World Champion, was a testament to her determination and skill.

"And then," Alexandra continued, "the time I stood in the ring as the last World Champion of PWS:Apex, the bittersweet closure of that chapter. But it was also a stepping stone toward new opportunities and challenges."

Their journey had seen them rise above the challenges, adapting to the twists and turns of the wrestling world while nurturing their family bonds. The kids chimed in with their own playful voices, a testament to the resilience of their family unit.

Ashlynn looked up with a bright smile, her eyes reflecting admiration for her mother. "Mom, you've done so much, achieved so many things. And now you're going to Mexico for this big show!"

Mackenzie nodded enthusiastically, her eyes wide with excitement. "Yeah, Alexandra, you're gonna be amazing!"

Alexandra's heart swelled with pride at her children's unwavering support. She looked at them, a mixture of determination and tenderness in her eyes. "Thank you, my sweet little darlings. Your support means the world to me. And this show in Yucatan, Mexico—it's another opportunity to show how far we've come. How the legacy I’ve built will remain."

John's hand found hers, a gesture that spoke volumes without words. They had faced every challenge together, a united front that had weathered the storms and reveled in the triumphs.

"As you head back to Mexico," John's voice was filled with a quiet reassurance, "I want you to remember how far you've come, Ally. The challenges you've conquered, the titles you've held—it's all a testament to your skill and determination. I want you to remember just how badass of a woman you are. You are tough as nails and I wouldn’t have you any other way."

Alexandra's eyes met John's, gratitude and love flowing between them. "I wouldn't have made it this far without you by my side, John. You've been my rock, my support through it all. Words cannot express what the support you all give me means." A wistful smile played on Alexandra's lips as her gaze shifted towards the window, her thoughts momentarily turning inward. "It's just that... I wish you all could come with me, especially you two." She nodded towards Ashlynn and Mackenzie. "I'll miss you so much while I'm away."

Ashlynn reached over and gently squeezed her mother's hand. "We'll miss you too, Mom. But we know you're going to do amazing things, and we'll be cheering for you from here. You and Miss Salco, both are talented, but momma, look at the things you’ve done in your career, the sacrifices you’ve made to give me the life I’ve always dreamed of. I’ve got to see more places than most kids my age.”

This brought a smile to Alexandra’s face.  Her daughter always had a way of doing that. She had the gift of making Alexandra feel better about the time they had missed, by reminding her of how grateful she was for what they did spend together.

Mackenzie nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and longing. "Yeah, Ally, you're a superstar! And, the best part, we love you."

Tears of gratitude welled up in Alexandra's eyes as she looked at her family, feeling the weight of their love and support. "Thank you, my darlings. Your words mean more to me than you'll ever know."

And as they awaited the flight that would carry Alexandra back to the world of wrestling, the Calaway family and the Strader family stood united, a testament to the strength of their bonds and the unbreakable spirit that defined their journey together. While the physical distance would be felt keenly, their love would bridge any gap, inspiring Alexandra to give her all in the ring and return to their warm embrace with new stories to share. Alexandra hated having to leave them behind, but she knew that she would be back with them soon enough, back with her beloved family.

---

The Sacrifices We Make
Strader Estate
Houston Tx.
8/22/23


A camera comes up on Alexandra who’s leaned against John’s panhead.  She takes a deep breath and then looks up at the night sky for a moment, stars littered the sky with bright specks of light. She turns back to the camera, speaking directly to her opponent.

"Jessie, you speak of sacrifices with the weight of experience, and I can appreciate the path you've walked in this industry. Fifteen years of dedication, the battles fought, the toll it takes on every aspect of life – I don't take that lightly. We're two warriors who understand the blood, sweat, and tears poured into this canvas we call a ring. But let me be clear, I don't stand before you seeking sympathy for the choices I've made. In my twenty-three plus years in this industry, I’ve never once asked or seeked sympathy from anyone and I’m not about to start now."

Alexandra's voice resonated with a blend of strength and determination, her gaze locked onto the camera, as if addressing not just Jessie but the entire wrestling world.

"Sacrifices come in various forms, Jessie. You chose a path that led you to a Hall of Fame spot, a wedding ring and a lasting partnership, and that's commendable. But I refuse to believe that motherhood is a weakness or a hindrance. The sacrifices I've made to balance the demands of this business and my family are not a disadvantage; they're a testament to my resilience, my dedication, and my ability to take on every challenge life throws my way. And it kills me to leave them behind when I have to travel for work and they cannot come. But it drives me to give it my all, so that it is not in vain."

Her fingers brushed her hair back over her shoulder. She regarded her family as the real token of success, proof that her life wasn’t worthless.

"I am a mother, a wrestler, a girlfriend – and I refuse to compartmentalize those roles. Each one contributes to the fire that burns within me, to the passion that fuels my every step in this ring. You're right, Jessie, I've been in this industry for decades, and I've faced countless opponents who've tested my mettle. But make no mistake, when I step into that ring, when I see something I want, I go for it full force, despite the pain, the sacrifices, because I am willing to do what must be done, what others fear to do. I'm not just carrying my own legacy; I'm carrying the aspirations of every woman who's dared to break barriers, who's proven that sacrifices do not define us, they strengthen us. Women just like you and me, we all started somewhere, right?"

Her voice grew more intense, a spark of defiance in her eyes.

"You chose a path that didn't involve motherhood, and that's your choice. But I stand here, not as a victim of sacrifice, but as a beacon of what can be achieved even amidst the most demanding responsibilities. My daughter, my boyfriend, his daughter, they're not holding me back – they're propelling me forward, reminding me why I fight, why I strive to be the best, not for me, but for them. I spent over a decade doing it for me. Now I do it for them, to leave behind a legacy that THEY can be proud of. You made your sacrifices, I made mine."

She paused to let that sink in, since Jessie wanted to mention it.

"Jessie, when we speak of sacrifices, we're not merely listing the struggles we've faced. We're acknowledging the battles we've endured, the burdens we've carried, and the losses that have shaped us. But let me share with you a glimpse into the sacrifices that have fueled my journey – sacrifices that go beyond the confines of this industry and cut deeply into the fabric of my life."

Alexandra's voice carried a weight of experience, a resonance that spoke of the trials she had faced.

"For me, sacrifices aren't just wrestling related. They're etched in the moments of grief when I lost family members who meant the world to me. The pain of saying goodbye to loved ones who can never be replaced. A failed marriage that left scars, both physical and mental, that took years to heal. A daughter, my Ashlynn, was kidnapped, a nightmare I wouldn't wish upon anyone. I fought hard to get her back home safely. I will do whatever it takes and I prove that time and time again, in and out of the ring. These are the sacrifices that have tested my strength, my resilience, and my will to keep moving forward. My will to do what others will not dare."

Her gaze held a mixture of sadness and determination, as if each sacrifice had left an indelible mark. She was not going to back down from this, simply because someone was talking about retiring and wanting to go out on top.

"I've stood by my brother's side as he battled for his life, as he fought to recover from injuries that nearly took him away from us. I've held my niece's hand in the hospital, praying for her recovery after their house was blown up and he just barely managed to get them out alive. I've faced the gut-wrenching fear of not knowing if they would pull through. And yes, I've wrestled with the guilt of not always being there for my daughter, of missing moments that can never be reclaimed. I watched a friends funeral from a distance and had to pay my respects quickly then catch a flight, all while still processing the loss.  So do not talk to me of sacrifices."

Her voice grew softer, carrying a touch of vulnerability. She was showing she was more than just the woman everyone knew and saw in the ring. She was more than just the wrestler.

"Sacrifices have a way of shaping us, of carving paths we never anticipated. I've experienced the isolation of failed friendships, the heartache of losing those who were like family. These sacrifices, they're not just part of my wrestling narrative; they're part of my life story, the chapters that have led me to this moment."

Her gaze turned unwavering, a fire igniting within her.

"Jessie, as I stand here, I'm not just a wrestler with a list of sacrifices. I'm a warrior who's faced adversity, who's battled through storms that threatened to consume me. The sacrifices I've made aren't a badge of weakness; they're a testament to my unyielding spirit. My path has been marked by pain, but it's also been illuminated by triumphs. The championship, any championship I hold, it's more than just gold around my waist; it's a symbol of my ability to rise above the sacrifices, to forge a legacy that goes beyond the pain."

Her voice carried a blend of strength and conviction. Hardened by the years of constant sacrifices.  Hours logged and pints of her own blood she had spilt.

"I don't seek pity for the sacrifices I've made. I seek respect for the battles I've fought, for the demons I've stared down, and for the moments of victory I've earned. When I step into that ring, when I defend this title, I'm not just a woman who's made sacrifices; I'm a warrior who's emerged stronger, more determined, and more capable of facing any challenge thrown my way."

The intensity in her gaze grew, a spark of fire reflecting her unwavering resolve.

"So, Jessie, as we clash for this title, know that the sacrifices I've endured have fortified me. The pain has sculpted my determination, the losses have fueled my hunger, and the challenges have steeled my resolve. The sacrifices aren't my weakness; they're my strength. And I won't let go of this championship without a fight – a fight that's rooted in every sacrifice that's brought me to this moment."

The camera angle shifted slightly, capturing the intensity of her gaze.

“As I stand before you, the scars may not be visible, but they run deep within. They tell a story of sacrifices, of trials that tested not just my body, but my very essence. You see, this industry demands sacrifices, and I've paid my dues in ways that transcend the boundaries of the ring. My journey isn't just about victories; it's about the sacrifices that have shaped me into who I am today.”

She remembered those painful moments, the fear that she would never return to the sport she loved.

“I remember the night when my world shattered, when the crack of my neck echoed louder than any crowd's roar. The sacrifice of leaving, of healing, was a bitter pill. But from that darkness emerged a blazing determination. The pain and uncertainty were sacrifices I had to endure, and they became the fuel that ignited my spirit. I wasn't just healing bones; I was healing a passion that refused to die. Each step of recovery was a testament to my unwavering will. The sacrifices weren't limited to physical pain; doubts and fears were battles I faced every day. But I rose, not just to walk again, but to step back into the ring with a newfound purpose. The sacrifice of time away gave me clarity – the ring wasn't just a place to fight; it was where I truly lived.”

She took a deep breath, looking away for a few moments.  She thought about the number of scars that adorned her body, not just from her matches, but from the surgery. When she came back to the ring, she busted her ass, wrestled harder than most people thought she would.  She bled and shed the blood of others.

“When I returned, I returned not just as a competitor, but as a warrior who knew the price of her place here. Every match became a tribute to the sacrifices I had endured. The pain of my broken neck transformed into a badge of honor, a symbol of my resilience. I pushed harder, trained longer, and left my heart and soul out there every time. The sacrifices weren't burdens; they were stepping stones to my revival. Adversity didn't break me; it forged me. My broken neck didn't defeat me; it empowered me. The scars I carry aren't signs of weakness; they're the markings of my strength. Every sacrifice became an offering on the altar of my passion, a declaration that no obstacle is insurmountable. I learned that it's not about avoiding sacrifices; it's about embracing them for the growth they bring.”

Alexandra’s unwavering love for the industry was only surpassed by the unwavering love for her family.

“So, when you hear the word "sacrifice," remember that it's a thread woven into the fabric of my journey. It's not just about physical battles; it's about the emotional turmoil, the shattered dreams, and the nights I spent questioning. But in every sacrifice, I found my essence, my purpose, and my unyielding will to fight on. This is a message to all who step into the ring – the sacrifices you make are the foundations of your legacy. Embrace them, rise above them, and let them propel you to greatness.”

She knew that now was the time to drive it home. If she was going to go down, she was going to go down fighting. She wasn’t going to give up no matter how much pain Jessie tried to inflict on her. She was going to do the same. She was going to give her the fight of her career. The one everyone dreams about but rarely gets.

"At Violent Conduct, when I step into that ring, when I face you for that Roulette title, I won't be weighed down by the sacrifices I've made. I'll be empowered by them. The sacrifices, the challenges, they've molded me into the woman I am today – a woman who's not just a wrestler, but a symbol of strength, determination, and unyielding spirit. I'm not here to compete in a battle of sacrifices, Jessie. I'm here to compete in a battle of wills, of skill, of heart. What do you fight for?  What do YOU fight with? Because so far, I’ve seen a woman who is hanging her head and saying it’s over. If that’s the case and how you truly feel, I've already won."

Her tone carried a fierce determination, a fire that burned brightly. It was clear that despite Alexandra’s respect for her opponent, she wasn’t coming to play, she was coming to win.

"And while you may have walked a path different from mine, don't mistake my choices for weakness. The sacrifices I've made have forged a strength within me that's unbreakable. So, Jessie, come next Sunday, know that I don't bring a list of sacrifices; I bring a legacy of triumphs, of challenges conquered, and of sacrifices embraced. My past is a symbol of my journey, my dedication, my legacy, and my unrelenting spirit. And I won't let it go without a fight."

With those resolute words, the scene faded, leaving behind a sense of anticipation for the clash that was sure to ignite the ring between two formidable competitors, each driven by their own motivations and the desire to emerge victorious.

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Saying Goodbye is the hardest part
Strader Estate / George Bush International
Houston Tx
8/22/23

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the Strader estate, bathing the surroundings in a golden hue. Alexandra stood in the doorway, her heart heavy with both excitement and a tinge of sadness. Beside her, Ashlynn and Mackenzie were adorned in their bravest smiles, a veil of mixed emotions in their eyes.

"Mom, you're gonna do amazing out there," Ashlynn said, her voice strong despite the shimmer of tears. "We're gonna be watching and cheering you on, every step of the way."

Mackenzie nodded, her small hand gripping her mother's. "Yeah, Ally, you're our badass. We know you're gonna rock the show."

Alexandra reached out, enveloping her daughters in a tight embrace. "Thank you, my loves. You have no idea how much your support means to me. Remember, no matter where I am, I'll be thinking of you both."

Ashlynn buried her face in her mother's shoulder, her voice muffled but sincere. "We'll be counting the days until you're back." When she pulled away, Alexandra could see the tears in her daughter's eyes.

Mackenzie squeezed her hand, her voice catching slightly. "And we will be cheering for you loudly when we watch the show.  Aunt Meeks already said we could."

As they held each other, the bond of love and family was a comforting cocoon around them. Eventually, Alexandra pulled away, her eyes locking onto Ashlynn's and Mackenzie's.

"Promise me you'll take care of each other, and of John, cause he’s going to be lonely without me," Alexandra said, her voice soft but filled with maternal authority.

"We will, Mom," Ashlynn replied with a nod, a resolve in her eyes that mirrored her mother's.

Mackenzie nodded vigorously. "Yeah, we've got it covered."

A tear slid down Alexandra's cheek as she kissed each of the girls on the forehead. "I love you both so much. Always remember that."

With one last lingering look, Alexandra straightened up, John's presence behind her giving her strength. He gave her a reassuring smile, his hand finding hers as they turned to make their way to the awaiting panhead motorcycle. The rumble of the engine seemed to vibrate with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. Alexandra swung her leg over the seat, settling in behind John. Her arms wrapped around his waist, holding on as they started their journey to the airport. The wind tousled Alexandra's hair as they rode, the passing scenery a blur of colors and memories. The weight of leaving her family behind was heavy, but the excitement of the upcoming show and the challenges it held propelled her forward. Soon, they arrived at the airport. John pulled the panhead to a stop, and Alexandra dismounted. Standing in the airport parking lot, their eyes met, a silent exchange that spoke volumes. Alexandra could see the concern and love in John's eyes, a reflection of the emotions swirling within her own heart.

"I'll be back before you know it," Alexandra said, her voice catching slightly as she stepped closer to him.

John held her gaze, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "I know you will. But promise me you'll be careful, Ally. Especially after what happened with Jenny and her crew."

Alexandra nodded, her lips curling into a soft smile. "I promise, John. I'll be careful. And I'll come back to you and the girls. Besides, Jenny and her crew can't harm me there. They aren't in the company."

Tears welled up in Alexandra's eyes as he pulled her into a tight embrace. Alexandra held onto him, her face buried in his chest, as if trying to memorize the feel of his arms around her. She pulled back to look up at him, placing their foreheads together.

"I love you," John whispered, his voice tinged with emotion.

"I love you too," Alexandra replied, her voice equally heartfelt.

Reluctantly, they pulled away from each other, their fingers intertwined until the last possible moment. With a final lingering kiss, Alexandra turned and walked towards the entrance of the airport.She glanced back once, seeing John standing there, his hand raised in a silent wave. And as she entered the airport, her steps guided her toward the unknown of the wrestling world, fueled by her family's love and support, and the determination to make them proud.

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It's the battles to ensue
Hotel Balcony
Yucatan, Mexico
8/23/23

Amidst the captivating allure of Yucatan, Mexico, Alexandra Callaway stood as a testament to the juxtaposition of her surroundings and the tempestuous emotions that surged within her. With a profound gaze directed at the camera, she paused, allowing the warmth of the sunlight to caress her skin as if in contrast to the storm that brewed within her. Drawing a deep breath, Alexandra's words began with a tone of contemplation and introspection, each syllable resonating with the weight of her journey.

"In the grand tapestry of existence, the span of twenty-three years can encompass an entire universe of metamorphosis, of evolution, of growth. As I stand here, on the precipice of seizing the Bombshell Roulette Title, I find myself immersed in the memories of the path I've trodden, the obstacles I've conquered, and the countless nights where sheer determination guided my steps, culminating in this very moment. The stage is set, the spotlight beams brightly, and the countdown to Violent Conduct XI ticks away steadily. Your narration of your legacy, your voyage through SCW, echoes clearly, Jessie. You've left an indelible imprint upon this division—a testament to your resilience, your grit, and your defiance in the face of adversity. It's a legacy I respect, Jessie. I respect you."

As she gently adjusted the title adorning her shoulder, Alexandra's gaze remained unswerving, an unspoken determination radiating from her very being.

"Jessie, your mark in the Bombshell division stands undeniable, a champion who has showcased her strength to the world. The tenacity that you bring to the ring, the fire that burns in your core—I hold immense respect for all of it. Yet, let me clarify that this respect doesn't translate to hesitation on my part. The challenge I extend is not born from malice but rather from an unquenchable yearning to etch my own narrative onto the fabric of this company. The Bombshell Roulette Title, more than a mere trinket of success within SCW, symbolizes a desire that courses through my veins. It's not solely about the gold, you see; it's about proving my worth, showcasing my capacity to belong amongst the elite tiers of this division. It's about leaving an indomitable mark that persists through time's trials."

Her voice wove a melody of admiration and aspiration, each word a testament to her respect and her ambitions. Her expression took on a heightened intensity, a flame of purpose igniting within her eyes.

"The Bombshell Roulette Title—it's not just a coveted prize; it's a symbol of the countless hours, the sweat, the sacrifices etched into the bedrock of our careers within this industry. And now, as I stand at this crossroads, I'm poised to give my all, to transcend my limits, and to seize the moment that beckons. I will not discredit your legacy, not as you have mine. Your words on twitter prove just how much you don’t respect me. You see yourself as untouchable.  So did Matt Knox, and yet I took his Invictus Title from him. So doubt me all that you want my dear, it will not change the outcome. And let’s say you do retain at least I don’t have to worry about you crying about how I ended your career."

Bringing herself a bit closer to the camera, her eyes aflame with unyielding determination, Alexandra continued her proclamation. With each passing moment, her voice grew in strength, in fervor.

"I've witnessed your battles, your victories, and your setbacks. The Bombshell division thrives on fierce contenders, each with their saga, their perseverance. But as the sun dips below the horizon, as the stage takes form for our impending clash, you must understand that I don't approach this challenge frivolously. I carry with me the flames of ambition, the heart of a warrior, and the unwavering resolve to emerge as the victor. While our mutual respect for our journeys intertwines us, once we enter that ring, a new canvas unfurls before us. Our histories, our accolades—they converge to kindle the fires that propel us onward. Jessie, your journey, your accomplishments—they command respect. Yet, I harbor a profound reverence for my own odyssey, my aspirations, and the legacy that I've painstakingly cultivated over the years."

Her gaze became unflinching, determination etched across her features. She looks into the camera with a great intensity now.

"When our collision ensues, it won't merely be a contest of flesh and bone. It will be a convergence of dreams, of ambitions, and of the infernos that burn within our souls. This encounter transcends the acquisition of a title; it represents the culmination of our journeys, the embodiment of our fervor, and the proclamation of our love for this business."

Her stare penetrated through the camera, an unbreakable connection forged between her words and the hearts of those who listened.

"Prepare yourself. Prepare for a duel that will etch itself into our very essences, a confrontation that will eternally resonate through the annals of our careers. The Bombshell Roulette Title beckons, and I answer its call with a heart ablaze and a spirit unyielding. Let the countdown commence, for when that final toll reverberates, I intend to stand victorious."

A moment of silence followed her declaration, the intensity of her words lingering in the air like a palpable force.

"Until Violent Conduct arrives, Jessie, let us brace ourselves for a match that will be recounted in the echelons of history. Let's craft a chapter that will echo for ages to come. While you are leaving the women’s division of this industry, I’ll still be here, just as those who have come and gone before you."

With a single, resolute nod, the scene began to fade, leaving behind an aura of anticipation and excitement for the impending clash. Two titans of the ring, driven by their aspirations and the unwavering determination to etch their names in the pantheon of wrestling glory.

Saying Goodbye is hard
Off Camera
8/2/23

The airport is bustling with travelers and the excitement of the upcoming journey fills the air. Alexandra stands near the entrance, accompanied by her daughter Ashlynn, John, and his daughter Mackenzie. The four of them are preparing to say their goodbyes as Alexandra gets ready to head to Cuzco, Peru for her wrestling show at Machu Picchu. Alexandra pulls her daughter into a tight hug.

"Take care of yourself, sweetheart. I'll miss you so much. I'm going to miss all of you.  I know it's just a few days.  But, beign away from you all sucks."

"I'll miss you too, Mom. But I know you'll rock that show and bring back another victory!"

"That's the plan! You be good for the Straders and take care of everyone, okay?"

"I will. Love you, Mom."

"Love you more, sweetie."

She kisses Ashlynn's forehead. John and Mackenzie step forward, and Alexandra turns to her boyfriend, giving him a warm smile. He wraps his arms around her and hugs her.

"You're gonna do amazing out there, babe. Like you always do. Just remember we're all cheering for you."

She rested her head on his shoulder. As she also pulls the girls into a hug.

"Thank you. I had that I'm having to leave so quickly after you get home John."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure my Dad stays out of trouble while you're gone!"

Mackenzie laughs looking around, before pulling away.

"I have no doubt about that. You're the best, Mackenzie. Look out for Ashlynn while I'm gone."

"I know! And I will."

"And I'll make sure to keep Ash safe. But seriously, be careful, okay? And have a blast at Machu Picchu."

"I will, and don't worry. I'll have my game face on the whole time."

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you, My Queen. Besides you have to come back in one piece and face Matt Knox."

The Queen comment causes Alexandra to blush and the girls giggle at the exchange.

"And I will."

The couple shares a romantic moment, kissing passionately.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"Can't wait. But we've got plenty to do to keep us busy right girls?"

As their tender moment ends, Alexandra turns to face the adventure ahead. Looking back the girls wave and John winks at her.  Ashlynn runs over and hugs her mom.

"Well, I better get going. The show won't wait for me and neither will this flight."

"Have an amazing time, Mom. We'll be waiting for you when you get back."

"Counting down the minutes. Love you all."

"Love you too, Alexandra. Kick some ass out there."

With a final wave, Alexandra walks towards the departure gate, carrying the love and support of her family with her. As she heads off to her next wrestling adventure, she knows she has a team cheering her on from home.

---

Undisclosed location within Machu Picchu
On Camera
8/4/23

Alexandra stands in a dimly lit area, the moon casting a great glow on her, her eyes focused on the camera in front of her, ready to address her upcoming match against Bea Barnhart and in the Triple Threat Roulette Qualifier. The soft glow of the moon causes her to cast an eerie shadow on the ground as she stands still. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the daunting task ahead.

"In this industry, you learn that success is not a straight line. It's a tumultuous journey, filled with peaks and valleys, victories and defeats. And trust me, I've experienced them all. I may have been the last World Champion of PWS: Apex, but that doesn't mean my path has been paved with nothing but gold."

Her eyes pierce through the camera, revealing a sense of vulnerability beneath her confident exterior. It was pretty clear that Alexandra was focused on the task at home.

"SCW has been a different beast entirely. A place where the competition is fierce, and every match is a battle for survival. I've tasted the bitterness of defeat here, and I won't deny that it hit me hard. But let me be clear, those losses only fueled the fire inside me. They drove me to push harder, to fight with everything I have, to prove that I belong at the top once again."

She clenches her fists, determination coursing through her veins. Her setbacks are still solid in her mind. Like fresh wounds after a big battle. So far her time in Sin City Wrestling, was marked with a horrible win and loss record.

"It hasn't been an easy road, and I've faced my fair share of setbacks. But through it all, I never lost sight of who I am and what I'm capable of. I am a former World Champion, and that title was not just handed to me. I fought tooth and nail to claim it, and I will fight even harder to claim a title here in SCW, Specifically the Bombshell Roulette."

Her voice grows stronger, her resolve unyielding. She needed this win, she needed to know that she was better than it seemed. She used to be at the top of the game. But lately the loss after loss, had made her consider other things.

"Yes, I've had my downfalls, but I've also had moments of triumph. I've faced the best this company has to offer, and I've shown that I can go toe-to-toe with anyone. Every loss has taught me something, every defeat has made me stronger, and now I stand here more determined than ever."

She takes a step closer to the camera, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. With each step down the stone pathway, she can feel the strength growing within her.

"So, to my opponents, to anyone who doubts me, I say this - you may think I'm down and out, that I'm just another name on the roster. But mark my words, I am a force to be reckoned with. I am the Hellion, and I will not be taken lightly. This may be SCW, a place of trials and tribulations, but it's also a place where dreams are made. And let me tell you something, my dream is to stand tall once again as a Champion. I've done it before, and I'll do it again. So, bring on the challenges, bring on the competition. I welcome it all, because it's through these battles that I will rise. The Hellion will reign once again, and no one will stand in my way. Which brings me to my opponents. Roulette rules?  So be it."

She cracks a smile and nods, knowing she had words for both these ladies. Both were fierce competitors, however, she had a new found fire. A flame that could not be extinguished by them. Her confidence returned at long last.

"Seleana Zdunich, oh how the tables have turned. You see, it wasn't that long ago when you were cheering from the sidelines as Crystal, your beloved wife and trainer, stepped into a wrestling ring to face me. And each time, she fell victim to my relentless pursuit of victory. I relished in hurting her, in destroying her momentum, just as I will in stopping you."

She smirks, recalling the battles she's had with Crystal. Countless times the two have faced off and every time the result is the same. Alexandra had to chuckle at the fact that she would be facing the wife of the same woman who she just fought again recently.

"Crystal gave it her all, just like she trained you to do, but it wasn't enough to stop the Hellion. And now, here you are, stepping up to the plate to face me yourself. But let me be clear, Seleana, you're not going to find a different outcome than Crystal did. You see, Seleana, you may be riding on the coattails of your wife's success, but that doesn't make you a champion, or even championship material. It doesn't make you worthy of stepping into the ring with me. Crystal may have trained you, but she couldn't prepare you for the war that awaits you when you face the Hellion. She couldn't prepare you for the ferocity, the determination, and the hunger that drives me. I will show you why I am the queen of this ring, and you will bow down before me. Ask her, go on, look at your wife and ask her how badly it hurts to be in that ring with me.”

Her voice turns cold and confident as she speaks about the upcoming match. Her eyes lock onto the camera, her intensity burning bright.

"You may be trained by Crystal, but you are not her. And no matter how much she may have taught you, no matter how much she has poured into you, it won't change the fact that you are stepping into the ring with me, the woman who has conquered opponents far greater than you. The woman who isn’t afraid to do what must be done. I hope you're prepared, Seleana, because this is not going to be a walk in the park. This is not going to be a training session with your wife. This is a battle, a war, and I intend to win it. I will show you just why I am the Hellion, the woman who has fought her way to the top and will stop at nothing to stay there.

She takes a step closer to the camera, her voice low and dangerous. Almost cold and uncaring.

"You may think you know me, Seleana, but you don't. You may think you know what I'm capable of, but you have no idea. I have faced opponents from all walks of life, and I have emerged victorious time and time again. And you, my dear, are just another name on the list. I hope you've been training hard, Seleana, because you're going to need every ounce of strength and skill you can muster. I don't back down from a fight, and I sure as hell don't let anyone stand in my way. The Bombshell Roulette Championship is mine, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure it is around my waist."

Her confidence oozes from every word she speaks. She lets her words hang in the air, the intensity of the moment palpable.

"So, Seleana, you can bring all the fight you want, but it won't be enough. You can have the support of Crystal, but it won't save you. Because when you step into that ring with me, there will be no mercy, no quarter given. It will be a battle for the ages, and I will come out on top, just like I always do."

She took a deep breath, pausing for just a few moments.

"Bea Barnhart, you must be feeling pretty good about yourself, huh? You think you're on top of the world just because you managed to beat me in one of my first matches in SCW? Well, let me tell you something, Bea, that was then, and this is now. Things have changed, and I've changed."

Her voice drips with contempt as she recalls that painful loss.

"I remember that night like it was yesterday. The humiliation, the frustration of falling short against you, it still lingers in the back of my mind. But let me be clear, Bea, that was a long time ago, and I've grown since then. I've been in other companies, learned a few lessons here in Sin City Wrestling, fought some of the best and became a force to be reckoned with."

Her eyes narrow as she speaks with an edge of malice.

"You think you've seen my best? Oh, honey, you haven't seen anything yet. I've been biding my time, waiting for the perfect moment to get my revenge. And now, with the Roulette Qualifier upon us, that moment has arrived. You may have beaten me once, but I promise you, it won't happen again."

She takes a deep breath, trying to contain her anger.

"You see, Bea, I've had to claw my way to the top, and I'm not about to let you or anyone else stand in my way. The fire inside me burns hotter than ever, and I will not be denied. I will destroy you in that ring, and I will prove to everyone that I am the superior competitor."

Her voice grows cold and calculating.

"You may think this is just another match, but for me, it's personal. You humiliated me once, and I will make sure it's the last thing you ever do. I will break you, Bea. I will make you regret ever stepping foot in the same ring as me."

She steps closer to the camera, her eyes blazing with intensity.

"You won't be able to hide behind your past victories this time. I am a different woman now, a woman who will stop at nothing to get what she wants. And what I want is to crush you, to wipe that smug grin off your face and leave you lying in the dust."

Her words are laced with venom as she continues.

"You see, Bea, this isn't just about winning the Roulette Qualifier. This is about redemption, about proving that I am better than you in every way. So get ready, because I'm coming for you, and I won't stop until I've taken everything from you. I step into this ring with one goal in mind - to take down the woman who once thought she could break me. Bea Barnhart, you may have beaten me before, twice I might add, but let me make one thing crystal clear - that was a fluke, a mere blip on my journey to greatness."

Her voice resonates with unwavering confidence as she continues.

"I have faced the toughest of opponents, battled through the most grueling matches, and risen to the top of this industry. But there's one thorn that's been stuck in my side, and that's you, Bea. You dared to think that victory over me made you superior, but I'm here to show you that you couldn't be more wrong."

She takes a moment to let her words sink in, her eyes never leaving the camera.

"Bea, you may have been blinded by your own arrogance, but I've been honing my craft, improving every single day, and learning from every setback. You see, I thrive on challenges, on proving my worth in the face of adversity. And at Climax Control, I will prove, not only to you but to the entire world, that I am the true dominant force in this industry.

The crowd roars in response, energizing Alexandra even more. Her eyes blaze with intensity as she continues her passionate tirade.

"When we step into that ring, I will unleash every ounce of fury and determination I possess. You may think you know what's coming, but trust me, you have no idea. You'll be facing a woman who has faced her darkest fears and emerged stronger than ever before. Bea, I'm not just fighting for victory in the Roulette Qualifier. No, I'm fighting for redemption. I'm fighting for every moment I've spent training, sacrificing, and pouring my heart and soul into this business. I'm fighting for all the doubters and naysayers who ever questioned my abilities. And I'm fighting to prove to myself that I am, without a doubt, the best in the world."

Her voice takes on a chilling tone as she issues a  further warning to her opponent.

"So, Bea, I hope you're ready because when I step into that ring, there will be no mercy, no respite. I will show you the true meaning of pain, the true meaning of defeat. And when the dust settles, there will be no doubt left in anyone's mind that I am the one who deserves to advance in the Roulette match to face Jessie Salco at Violent Conduct."

She raises her arms, soaking in the energy of Machu Picchu around her. The energies in the earth fill her with the strength of the ages. She focuses her gaze back on the camera once more, opening her eyes focused on the lens. A fire filled her eyes.

"When we all step into that ring, history will be made. And I will once again prove that I am not just the Hellion I claim to be, but the future Bombshell Roulette Champion of SCW. So, Bea Barnhart, brace yourself because the Hellion is coming for you, and there's no escaping the wrath that's about to be unleashed. Bea Barnhart, you made a big mistake by crossing me. And now, you're going to pay the price. The clock is ticking, and your time is running out. See you in the ring.”

With that, Alexandra turns around and walks back up the steps into Machu Picchu, with a newly found focus she hadn’t had in a while. Jessie Salco and Alexandra would meet at Violent Conduct and all she had to do, was make sure that Bea and Seleana did not.

Alexandra’s Blog
May 31st, 2023
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Texas

This was the small amount of time that Alexandra would have to let everyone who followed her blog know what was going on in her life. It was easier in those moments than a simple video, sometimes, that couldn’t last forever and knowing her, would get her social media banned. Sitting down at her laptop, she looked out the window, up at the moon, collecting her thoughts. She had a big chance ahead of her, tagging with someone she had faced in the ring before.

So here we are again, another blog, letting you all have a glimpse into my personal life. Something I never used to do, something I said I never would, yet, here I sit, typing out my personal life and sending it into the void of social media. I’m done hiding, I’m done keeping secrets. Something big hangs in the air, a secret that could come to light very soon. A secret I never should have kept, however the danger was too great, should that secret come to light, people could have died. When it does, I only hope that those who are involved can forgive me for never telling them. But that’s a story for another time. Things are.. Hectic, but I must focus. I have to focus on what’s important at this time. Enough about my personal life, there’s more to worry about. My focus is on my match, going into this, I was glad that he came to me, instead of me going to him.

Sin City Wrestling gave me a place to showcase my talent and so far, I’ve been lacking because of my personal bullshit. This time, no. I’m not going down without tearing apart our opponents. I’m not going to just lay down and take it anymore. Bea, Luna, Bobbie, Krystal, in due time I will take everything you hold dear and destroy it. I will watch as you crumble to your knees in front of me and beg for release. However when that time comes for you, and it will, I will look down on you and kick your god damned teeth down your fucking throats. For now, it’s Oliver Zahn and Eiley who get to feel the pain and I will not leave that ring until they are both on their backs in pain, wishing they hadn’t shown up.

This week, I’ll be teaming with Miles Kasey, a man who is as breathtakingly talented as he is gorgeous. Now before you all go making assumptions, I’m well aware of him and his partner. I adore both of them and I am happy for them. I’m honored that Carter would trust me with the safety and well being of his beloved. And he has my word that I will keep Miles as safe as I possibly can. The man is talented and knowing that he’s in my corner as my new tag team partner, well, I have nothing to worry about. The two of us working together, will be JUST what we both needed.

Miles, I’m sure you’ll read this at some point, I’m sure words will reach your ears. I want you to know that no matter what happens out there, I have your back. There’s nothing to worry about when it comes to me.  Unlike when I teamed with Krystal, I won’t do to you what she did to me. I unlike that woman, and I use that word lightly, I have nothing left to prove. We work well, just look at what we did in our match against each other. That match was one of the best. This time, instead of being opponents, we are in each other’s corner. Let’s show them what happens when two of the BEST WRESTLERS in SCW work as a cohesive unit. I can’t wait to have you for my tag team partner. I know that both Oliver and Eiley are gunning to take us out, so let’s show them what happens when we become a target.

Oliver Zahn, a name I’ve heard whispered, but is he really ready to face off against someone like Miles or myself? Not that it matters, because he will soon find out just what the two of us are capable of doing. Has he been on a roll of late, yes. But soon enough, everyone hits a wall and finds themselves on the losing side. No one can win all the time, those on the top, eventually wind up on the bottom and those who seem to be untouchable, become the touched. It just takes the right catalyst. At Climax Control, he finds himself standing across the ring from two catalysts, prepared to dethrone him.

Eiley, sweet little girl, a woman of your ilk, shouldn’t be worried about this match. But here you are, you are going to be stepping into the ring with a team who knows each other’s moves, who’ve been in the ring against each other, we know what each other can do.  You may know exactly who your partner is, how he works, how he ticks. But you don’t know what we, what myself and Miles can do.  Neither of us have to prove ourselves to anyone, we are here and we are going to do what WE do best, which is beat the shit out of people. We are here to wrestle against the best of the best and beat them. Which is exactly what we plan on doing to the two of you.

There’s nothing more at this time, see you all soon. Tune into Climax Control, to see your favorite new tag team take the world by storm.

Post and BAM there it was, her life in the public view now. And to be honest, it was a wonder that her life wasn’t that public yet. There it is, the start of something new, something better. The Tag Team that the people deserve. She wasn’t sure just how hard it would be to live life now. It was different now, she was different now. The same woman who hid that dark secret for years, now was different. She wasn’t scared now then again there was nothing to be afraid of right. Those threats went when he did right? After all, no threat is there forever, but could it really have died out in eleven years. Was it really that simple? Could all the hatred and desire to end his bloodline be gone that easily? She had to be sure before she could come clean about it to them. There was far too much risk and Ashlynn had already been through too much in her life to have to learn this truth, but it was coming. Soon everyone would know the truth and their lives wouldn’t be the same.

For now, her focus was on winning. She needed it. She was lost for a while, especially with her life in shambles as it had been. Between her and Miles Kasey, there was no way they could lose, unless someone else got involved, after all, she did attack Bobbie Dahl last week, wanting revenge for what had happened in the Blast From the Past tournament. A match that she and Raven could have won, a match SHE should have won. Now the time had come.

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Conversations
June 1st, 2023
DFW Airport
Dallas, Texas

Alexandra had been sitting in the airport waiting for her flight. Her daughter would be safe, staying with her friend Tamika Strader for the next few days while Alexandra worked. It was only a matter of time before Alexandra and her daughter would be reunited, at least if she was with the Straders, she would be safe.  Her phone rang and she picked it up, seeing the number and photo of the person calling, a smile crossed her face and she spoke.

“Hey handsome. Just waiting on my flight to Tucson Arizona for Climax Control. Nah, it’s fine. I can handle this one. Ash? She’s with your sister. Hey come on, Tamika has been a good influence on her.  I trust her with my daughter, as much as I trust you with her sweetheart. I know that so long as she’s there, she’s safe from harm. You and Mika wouldn’t let anything happen to her. I trust your family John, who is better than the Straders.”

Alexandra chuckled, listening to the person on the other end of the line. It was like something had changed between them and she wasn’t sure what it was, but she liked it a lot. She smiled like a teenage girl with her first crush, but when she caught her reflection she stopped and cleared her throat.

“I am in the middle of the airport handsome. Can you not make me blush? Come on John, this isn’t fair. I’ll come see you after this is over, besides, aren’t you going to congratulate me, I’m the World Champion of PWS: Apex. If anyone believed in me, it was you.  Well it’s what I do darling. You should know by now I go out there every show and give it one hundred percent. We both know I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t.”

She listened as the voice on the other side spoke again, that smile returned and she gave a nod, seeing her flight boarding.

“My flight is boarding, sorry to cut this short. I’ll call you when I land.  I’ll miss you too, nothing to worry about. I wish you were going with me, but I know you’ve got your own things to deal with. I’ll see you soon, handsome.  We both know this, besides, I’ve got a tag match to go win.”

She smiled as she hung up and looked at the photo until her phone faded to black.  She closed her phone and stuffed it into her pocket, standing to walk towards the booth to check into her flight, before walking down the tunnel. She looked back over her shoulder, knowing that there was a possibility he was here, but she didn’t see anything. It’s very often that she could look over her shoulder and he would be there protecting her. And honestly, she had grown used to that, however this time, she would have to do it alone. Both of them had their own issues to deal with right now. Hers was this match, his was personal.

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Time to show you just who the hell we are
Hiking up Mount Lemmon
Hoodoo Vista
June 2nd, 2023
Tucson, Az


Once at the highest point, she took a moment to take in all of the view around her. It was gorgeous and honestly, it was a view she would have killed to have been sharing with her lover. But she knew it wasn’t time. Thousands of thoughts flowed through her head. It was only a matter of time before she would need to say something more about her match. There was a lot to say to be perfectly honest. She needed this win, she needed to remind everyone here just who she was. It was true, fate had not been on her side lately and she needed to turn this shit around. Miles was trustworthy, he wasn’t Krystal, he wasn’t Alexander Raven. He was a man who knew WHO he was and WHAT he could do. She feared nothing and neither did he. Together the two of them would make a formidable team, one that could boost Sin City Wrestlings Tag division to new heights. They just needed to win and they would. Using her phone, she set up the camera to record, she could send it over to the management team at Sin City when she made it down the mountain. Taking a breath she began to speak.

“Oliver and Eiley, there is something you two need to realize about me. I do not stop. I will not give up and I will not stop until both of you are begging for me to stop, and maybe not even then. You see, up until last week, I was testing people. Testing the waters here in Sin City, but not anymore. If the people here want to see me as weak, then I’ll show them just how weak I’m not. Bea, Bobbie, Luna and Alexander, hell even Krystal Wolfe all see me as a weak individual.  What because of my age? Because of my lack of wins? That’s not what builds a champion. The thing that builds a champion, is taking your losses in stride. How do you think I’ve managed to stick around for twenty-three years in this industry? I take all the time I need to get a feel for people, for management and then I strike.  And strike I do. Ask any company I’ve been in, they’ll all tell you the same thing. Alexandra loves to play with her prey, then when they are comfortable, she takes them down.”

She paused for a few moments, her focus out over the horizon again.  She takes a breath and swallows before turning back to the camera, focusing on her opponents now. Oliver Zahn, what was it with these men who tried to pull off the brooding look. Every little bitch coming out of some academy acts like they have something to prove. Both Oliver and Eiley had that look about them and it disgusted Alexandra.

“Oliver you seem to have everything it takes, but from the look in your eyes, you aren’t ready for this. You aren’t ready for what either of us are capable of doing. And your little tag partner, she’s not ready for the woman I am. Neither of you could take me out and I won't allow it to happen. I’m done testing as I’ve said before. Now is the time for doing, the time has come and the two of you are going to be the symbol of that. You all saw what I did to Bobbie and that’s been building since my Blast from the past match. Once Miles and I tear you and your little buddy apart, I fully intend on destroying everyone who tried to stop my momentum here.”

Another small pause came as Alexandra tried to slow down the thoughts running through her mind.

“Eiley, you have all the time in the world to try and be the number one heel woman. You have the ability to do great things, I can see that. But don’t chain yourself to this Oliver guy. Strike out on your own, make a name for yourself. Don’t rely on a man to get you to the top. That’s not how the Queens of this industry are made. The Queens TAKE it, they make it known that they lead the call, not the man. But you know, what do I know right? I’ve lost every match here. I’ve not been focused. Your time will come, your time is not now. I promise you, listen to me, learn and you’ll see the truth.  Or you can wind up loony like Luna Vanity and in my crosshairs.”

And now a message to her partner. A promise to make and to keep. She knew they needed to be a cohesive team, one that worked together BETTER than Oliver and Eiley, and they would.

“Miles, you and I have been in a ring against each other, now we get a chance to be on the other side of that. We’ve finally got a chance to show everyone that we are even more formidable in the ring as partners than as opponents. I can’t wait to meet up and talk this out. We have a lot to discuss and very little time to do this in.  You posed this team up and we are going to do this. I believe in us, even though it seems we’ve got everything and everyone against us. The two of us have nothing to prove to these assholes, but it will be nice to destroy them, just to prove a point to everyone that WE are the ones who will run the mixed tag division.”

Alexandra shrugs her shoulders, laughing softly, looking over the horizon in the distance. Reaching up she pulls a chain necklace from out of her shirt and holds onto the charm.  Her heart racing at the thought of what’s going to happen if they win this match.  She shakes her head and tucks it away again.

“And as for me, my focus is on beating our opponents. That’s why I took the hike up here, that’s the whole reason for this video. I needed somewhere to find that inner peace again. I came up here to clear my mind, to build stamina and focus. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to go into this match with my mind full of bullshit that I will eventually have to face. Right now, my mind has never been so clear. I know who I am, what I am, and what I want. I know what I need to do to make sure that we win. I will stop at nothing to get it. Oliver and Eiley, I hope that you both are just as ready. See you soon.”

With that Alexandra reaches over and turns off the camera. There was nothing more to say. Anything else would just be overkill and she knew that. Leave something for Miles to say, this was as much his moment as it was hers. All that she wanted now was to win this match and go home to her family. To the people who mattered the most to her and live her life without the fear that had hung over her head for so many years.

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Meeting with Miles
Blue Willow Restaurant and Gift Shop
June 2nd, 2023
Tucson, Az

Alexandra waited at the restaurant she had been told to go to. After having spoken to Miles backstage when this whole idea came into being, she knew that the two of them needed to sit down and have a real conversation. There was no fear about what was going to happen in the ring. She knew what he was capable of, of what SHE was capable of. She needed to make sure that mentally they were on the same page, that what happened with Krystal wouldn't happen here, unless it was REALLY needed. Something told her she could trust Kasey, he wasn’t the type to pull that shit.

“I’m meeting a friend here. Miles Kasey, he should be waiting for me.”

The waitress led her towards the table and nodded as Kasey stood and the two shook hands.

“It’s good to see you again Miles, I’m glad we are going to have this time to discuss things..”

It was a needed meeting, knowing they both needed to clear the air after the match they had not too long ago. She took a seat and waited to see what he might say.

FADE TO BLACK

For the longest time, Alexandra had referred to herself as the Queen of Social Media, having formed a blog where people could catch up on everything happening to her, no matter where they were in the world, this journey would be chronicled, to be added to her own biography later.  She took this time to sit down at her laptop and give them a journey to remember

March 15th, 2023

Twenty three years in this industry and I still get surprised when I’m invited to do amazing events, like this one, The Blast from the Past tournament.  Twenty-Three long years, traveling all over the world, wrestling in some of the strangest locations, including a McDonald's parking lot in Russia. In Australia, the outback.  I wrestled on the edge of a volcano, and so many other strange places, places that would scare most people to even dream up. And I am still standing, still fighting and holding it down for all the OG’s in the industry. An honor that I am more than willing to take on. It's been a long journey, one I often walked completely alone. It was through that loneliness I learned just what I am capable of, just what I needed to do what had to be done. To tap into that bit of darkness I possess within, that gives me the strength to destroy anyone in my path.

I should reach out to management and my dear friend to thank them for bringing me in for this tournament. Sin City has been on my radar for some time and now I get to show you all, those of you who I DON'T know just what I can do, what I’ve been doing for my entire career. Which is kicking ass.  Anyone who steps into a ring with me can tell you that Win or Lose, you don’t forget my name, or what I did to them in the ring. I leave my mark, no matter the circumstance. And I feel that with Alexander Raven as my partner, this match .. hell this tournament is ours to win.

Sitting here writing this, I’m still shocked that I received the invite to Sin City Wrestling, it wasn’t something I thought would happen, however it did. When the call came and I was informed that I would be participating in the Blast From The Past tournament. I couldn’t turn down the chance of participating in something I had seen so much about. My partner seems to be one of the top men in the company, so this should be very interesting. But the question I’ve heard whispered around through the internet is:


Can she hold her own in this match? Can she be a good ally for him? Is she any good?  Where the hell have any of you been for the last twenty-three years that I’ve been doing this? Here let me put all your fears to rest. Can I hold my own in this match?  I’m currently the NFW Genesis Champion, I recently defeated twenty-nine other competitors to win a World Championship shot in PWS: APEX, and I was BORN TO DO THIS.  Will I be a good ally for Alexander Raven?  Let’s see, I know for a fact that he’s a talented man, he’s powerful, talented, and we have the same mindset.  Am I any good?  If I wasn’t, I would have quit a long time ago. And here I am, twenty three years after my debut, still doing the damn thing.

And I will continue to do this as long as my body will allow me to do this. Lately I’ve had my fair share of controversy, my fair share of losses, however, one thing remains the same, I always bounce back.  And if anyone doubts that, they are more than welcome to either step into the ring with me.. Or tune in to any of the shows I’m on.  See you all at Climax Control.

Alexandra drove to the little bar that she had been given the address for.  Stepping out of her car,she took in the sight of it.  It was much like the ones she frequented back home before she became a mother.  Nodding, she walked into the bar, noticing how upon entering, it was just like the one’s back home in Dallas, those nice hole in the wall places, blasting some nice music. Strangely that made Alexandra feel like home. Scanning the bar, she spotted the person she had been seeking sitting at the bar. In front of him was a half empty glass of some amber liquid. From this distance she could tell, bourbon was his drink of choice. Something she herself favored too.

“Ah, the queen herself. Good to finally meet you. Despite what everyone might tell you, I’m only half a pretentious prick. In this place, my sanctuary, people actually like me. Usually.”

His voice was warm, booming, the voice of a man who was clearly aware of the power that radiated off him.  A King, ruling over a kingdom that no one else could dethrone. She had seen men like him and it was those men she was often closer to than any other.  She nodded, greeting him with a handshake. It was at this moment she spoke for the first time, to her future tag partner, Alexander Raven.

“Pretentiousness is something I can deal with.  Have you seen some of the people I associate with?  I wouldn’t have taken this partnership, if I couldn’t deal with it.”

“So, come, have a drink. If we’re guided by the hands of fate, then we’ll be spending a fair bit of time together. I apologize for that. Even my friend’s don’t want to put up with me for that long.”

“Well that’s something I understand all too well.  People rarely stay around me for long either.  So I get where you are coming from ALL too well.  I’ll have a bourbon on the rocks.”

She sat down accepting the chance to get to know her partner for this tournament.  Before her sat a man of impressive talent and she knew that with their minds on the same goal, as they both seemed to already click on social media.  She motioned to the bartender and looked over at him. She turned to look at Alexander Raven, wondering just what made this man tick.  It’s true, he was a champion, THE CHAMPION, that mattered in this match. When it came to her, she was the “new blood” in Sin City Wrestling, though not new to the industry.  She felt that this match was already won the moment they were teamed together.  Two people of the same mind, as a team, was going to be deadly for their opponents, they just needed to make sure they were on the same page. Consider this the first page of their fairytale, their trip to the top of the rankings, started here.

“Last time I teamed with an Alex, Alexoholic’s Anonymous if you will, there was short-founded success. Tag team championships, the boost and elevation of my own career, and in turn my first ever world championship run in my first… six months in the business. Also a crucified father, and my own attempted living cremation. I can’t imagine things going that way again… but.”

She shrugged and looked around. The patrons had started to take notice of them. That bothered her a little. She hated it, but something about it told her not to worry, that Alexander Raven knew this place well enough that she had no cause for concern.

“Well that’s something I understand all too well.  People rarely stay around me for long either.  So I get where you are coming from ALL too well.  As for anything that could happen in the future. Win or lose, you have my word that it will not go down that road. You and I are solid and on the same page. The last time I trusted someone with the name Raven, I wound up in a box, buried alive. So you could see we have a lot of the same issues to work out.”

“I have faith. I have faith that fate spun that wheel for a reason, and put us in each other’s midst. I’ll be honest. We’re going to win. That’s simple fact. I have no doubts.”

“Fate’s wheel was spun and it chose us.  Whatever happens now, it’s on us to decide. This is OUR kingdom and I will protect the throne as fiercely as any warrior would.  I may not look it, but I come from the greatest stock this industry has ever seen. A breed of individuals who seem to be a dying stock. Today’s people are often boisterous but unable to follow through.  They will crumble and fall at our feet, while we go on, continuing to rule on high.”

She looked at him, bringing her drink to her lips, she sipped it down.  She took the time to listen to him, knowing that the man had everything to lose in this match, his Internet Championship. Something she wouldn’t let be taken, no matter WHO stood in the ring against them. She pulled another long sip from her drink and looked over to him, listening once more.

“First match is a bit of… personal one, for me. I don’t like Jack Washington. Full of bravado but with no substance. Had some less than stellar things to say about me in the past. Arrogant little fuck, but he knows his stuff. Bobbie, however. Well, I don’t think Bobbie will be much of a problem. But, you never know.”

“If I’ve learned anything in my twenty three years in this industry, it’s never underestimate the underdog.  I personally do not know much about this Bobbie, but I know what I am capable of. More than anyone else, I want this win, this will be my first showing here in SCW and I will NOT let this night go by, without leaving my mark on it.”

“For me, this is a culmination. Validation of things I’ve been saying. The changes that need to be made, to ensure that things… continue. Metaphorically, the Kingdom is the image used, but truthfully, I am just that narcissistic and vain. It’s all well and good for me to spout on like I do, but the truth of it. I just don’t like the arrogance of them. Sin City is full of arrogant and blind sheep. The Blast from the Past, we put them on notice. That’s my expectations going in to this.”

“This industry is full of arrogant and blind sheep.  Know that your expectations will be met.  The Kingdom you have taken, will be yours to rule over. A partnership between Kingdoms.”

Before she could finish what she was saying, a man approached them and leaned on the table.  He scoffed and looked down at them, causing Alexandra to roll her eyes.

“Can I help you?  We are in the middle of a conversation.”

“Well, what does your man think about you being out with another man, while he’s wrestling in another city?”

“How is that any of your fucking business?”

“And you man.. How could you do that?”

“I've done many things, you'll have to be more specific. But if you are inferring infidelity against Luna. I would check your fucking tone.”

Alexandra looked over at Alexander, shaking her head.  At this point she was getting very annoyed with this jerk. She stands up and gets in his face, giving Alexander a chance to do whatever he wanted, to this asshole.

“You do realize that men and women can be friends.  Not that its any of your fucking concern, but we are coworkers.  And the only reason you have ANYTHING to say about this is because you are jealous.  You are jealous that no one wants you, you fucking wombat.”

“A what? What did you just call me bitch?”

“A wombat.  A waste of money, breath and time.”

With that she cracks the whiskey glass she had been drinking out of over the man's head, before kneeing him in the stomach as he doubles over.

“Stay down, and I won't break your jaw.”

Alexander Raven simply swings his arm backwards, cracking the man across the side of the face with the back of his fist, sending him crumpling into a pile on the floor. Muttering and murmuring from onlookers.

“Well if we fight anything like this in the ring, I think Jack and Bobbie have one hell of a team to deal with. I’ll tell you right now, I know that we’ve got this in the bag.”

The two stood back to back, looking around the bar to see if anyone else was going to try anything.  After a few moments, the bar patrons went back to their drinks and the pair sat down, going back to their drinks.

When the scene opens up we find Alexandra sitting on a throne, it was black, adorned with skulls on the hand rests and at the base of the legs, piles of skulls, made it appear as if she was sitting on the skulls of her enemies. The cushions of red velvet inlaid with sparkling silver studs. Alexandra was draped in a beautiful black gown, with pearls that shimmered when then candle light danced over them.  On her head, rested a large crown, which looked like it would cause any other normal woman to crumble under its weight. She had been petting what looked like a large black dog, which then laid at her feet. Her scarlet lips parted and she began to speak, leaning forward a bit, her eyes fixed on the camera.

Bobbie Dahl, from what I have seen, you my dear have all the talent in the world to take this industry by storm, if only you could focus on it. Let people run their mouths, that’s all most people can do. I see that you have potential, however, but the Blast from the Past will not be your time. This is my time to show everyone here in Sin City, who doesn’t know who I am, just what I can do.  And I will do what must be done, that thing that no one else has the strength to do.  If that means I must destroy you, then I shall. I will do what a QUEEN must do to protect the kingdom.

My suggestion for you, Dollface, is to stay out of this. From the things I have been told, your very partner ended your chances to win last time this tournament happened.  Poetic justice if you ask me. That the very man who was your opponent, is now your partner, that must be a pain to know that just that simple issue alone will be your downfall no matter who your opponents were to be. From the start, you were screwed over. I can promise your return into Sin City will not be at the expense of MY win. It will not change the cards that fate has dealt for you. They have chosen to place you in my path. My crown is not yours to carry for it is heavy and you would easily break under its weight. Bobbie you are right to fear me, because I am a person you SHOULD fear.

You are not Queen material. You are not ready to last in this industry.  There’s so much more out there that you could do. There’s so many other industries that would be better for you. DO NOT step into this world again. If you couldn’t do it before, I can promise, this time will not be different.  Instead of giving you someone easier to defeat, they gave you to me. You are cannon fodder. You are simply a meal for the worms, because when I am done with you, your career, your existence in this industry, will be six feet under. Unwilling victims, make the sweetest sacrifices to the darkness.  Do you feel it Bobbie? The icy breath of death on your neck?

She sits back snapping her fingers.  The dog sits up and rests his head on her lap. She reaches out and starts petting the dog on the head. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she took a few moments to think about their other opponent, Jack Washington, a man who seemed he could be impressive, however, after looking back at the other things Jack had done, Alexandra found nothing impressive about him.

Jack Washington, after meeting my tournament partner, I see that there’s absolutely nothing impressive about you. Nothing at all. You may have beaten him once before, but if there is anything I have learned in my years in this industry is that you can use your losses, each one of them, and process ways to counteract the moves your opponent can make.  So that next time you face them, they cannot catch you off guard.You’ve had shot after shot to take down some of the so-called best in this industry, names I've Heard for years. And you fail each and every time.

You will not take the glory from Alexander Raven this time, not with me in his corner. Not when his tag team partner truly understands what it is like to hold dominion over lesser creatures such as yourself. You see Alexander and I, are of the same mind, cut from the same cloth. We understand each other and at this point, we need not even speak to know what the other is thinking or planning, can you say the same for you and Bobbie?  Can you trust her to do what must be done to win? Or will Alexander and I have an easy night? I would hope that you give us a fight, because otherwise, you can fade into oblivion with the others who waste perfectly good roster space.

I have a little taste of poetry for you, since you like it so much. Loser, going down with the fall, with every tick of time. Ready to be held and slayed, in return of a crime. Ruthless days, just crawl till dark, darkness too, throws no mercy on this losing and fading star. Shielding the gone, eluding a collapse, he stares into an empty faith. Blinding the mind, resurrecting the time, he runs against and alone, to distill self fate. For he knows what lay behind, is ahead again, if death you look to achieve, of little respect for pain. He stares to the other side, finding a kingdom of the divine, he seeks to dethrone, that which he could never own. Fear instilled, now creates a soul, who could not bother, the Raven King upon his throne, and now shall be locked inside the tower, ever fading within the ticking of the hour. His failures, the only greatness he could achieve, crumble and blow away, as the fall leaves from the trees.

I guess that says it all, doesn’t it. You have set your sights upon dethroning a king, that you don’t even have the ability to lace his boots. You want to feel important, so you use funny riddles and poetry.  You insult and belittle because it makes you feel stronger than your opponent. It will be an honor to stand at ringside and watch as Alexander Raven beats the shit out of you. This match, isn’t yours or Bobbie’s to win.

Alexandra reaches into a bag, pulling out a large bone, with a little meat on it, tossing it off camera and the large cane corso dog runs off, before dragging the bone back on camera and starts chewing on it.  Alexandra rises to her feet, still looking down at the camera from the throne’s steps.

Alexander Raven, you and I are birds of a feather. We’ve discussed this match, and our opponents to great lengths actually. Not only that, but we have discussed our minds and how alike they are, how much the two of us are alike. I personally cannot wait to show Jack and Bobbie that neither of us are beings of mercy. Mercy isn’t something we were shown and such as that is, we are unable to show it ourselves. To them, to anyone who shall try to stop us on our path to greatness. Side by side, we will take the tournament by storm and come out on top, where we belong, as The King and Queen of Sin City.

Standing tall on the throne of her own. A Queen, entering a new Kingdom, where people don’t know anything about her. Still there is no look of fear on her face. She stands as if she is to command a room of warriors for her cause, yet there is no one except herself and her dog. She looks away for a moment, before turning back to the cameras, raising the crown from her head, placing it on the seat of the throne.

I know that many of you have no idea who this woman is, stepping into a new kingdom, prepared to stake my claim.  At this time, I don’t care about your pathetic feuds, I don’t care about what plans you have made for yourself. What I do know, is that I fully plan on running through each and every one of you.  You may not respect me but there is something that is greater than respect that I crave.  I don’t need your respect, I don’t want it, I don’t even ask for it. Respect me or not, I don’t fucking care.  But you will FEAR me.  You will fear what I am capable of in a team and what I can and will do when we are one on one. If you think that I will simply lay down and all you to run over me, well I will show you something different.

So if any of you have a real problem with a legacy showing you precisely how this is done, feel free to step forward, but take what happens to Bobbie and Jack at Climax Control to heart. Use it as an example for what will happen to you if you step in my way or Alexander Ravens way, because partners or friends, we will still have each other’s back. So Bobbie, you suck up to Jack.. call him your fine friend, do whatever it is that your precious little dollface wants to do, but it won't change anything. When the dust settles I will walk back to my crown and sit upon the same throne you long to touch, you will be crushed beneath my boot, like the being beneath anyone who go on to greatness. Because in the end, you don’t have what it takes to dethrone me.

If you did, you’d be Alexander’s partner and I’d be stuck with Jack. Fate has already seen this, it’s been written in the stars and who are you to defy the Gods. You are a mere woman who can’t stick it out, you run at the slightest bit of a challenge. You take your pathetic excuse of a carcass and run into the darkness to hide in shame.  Do you know what I do when I lose?  Do you want to know? It doesn’t matter, I’ll tell you anyway.  I keep going.  I fight harder, I bleed for it, I destroy anyone who steps in my path. And right now, that’s you. So get yourself right with your maker, for at Climax Control, your ass belongs to me.  If you want my crown, come and take it.

With that, Alexandra steps down off the raised throne and walks towards the camera. She pauses, looking into it, before blowing a kiss at the camera. With a whistle, the large Cane Corso rises to his feet and pads along behind her as the camera zooms in, fading out on the crown sitting on the throne.