Name: Alexis Staggs

Nicknames: Lex or Lexi

Birthdate: January 23rd, 1996

Stable: Member of The Nobodies

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 120lbs

Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada

Alignment: Neutral leaning Face

Physical Appearance: Long blonde hair, hazel eyes, great skin complexion

Pic Base: Hilary Duff

Gimmick: No real gimmick. Member of the reunited Nobodies. She does her own thing. Won’t hesitate to speak her mind.

Ring Attire: Low cut black pants, black tank top with a large red A in the center of it, black boots.

Wrestling Style: Brawler, Hardcore, some technical/submission. Not much of a high-flyer at all.

Theme Music: "Unbreakable" by Fireflight

Entrance:
Without Title:

"Unbreakable" by Fireflight starts to play in the sound system and a video montage of some of Alexis Edwards memorable moments appears on the screen. Seconds into the music, Alexis appears from behind the curtain, standing at the top of the ramp and throwing her hands in the air as her music plays, and the crowd now cheers her on.

Darlyn:  On her way to the ring, from Las Vegas, NV standing at 5'5" and weighing in at 120lb, she is... Alexis Staggs!!! @@

She looks around the crowd and smiles before she starts making her way to the ring, high fiving and slapping hands along the way. Once to the ring she slides in under the bottom rope and jumps back to her feet. She jumps up to the second turnbuckle, throwing her hands in the air to another round of cheering from the crowd before she jumps back down as her music dies down. She stares back towards the entrance as she waits for her opponent to enter. (Note: if she enters after her opponent, she will stare across the ring at them.)

With Championship: **will be updated when necessary**


Finisher(s):

1.) (submission) The A.G.E Of Alexis: Alexis has her opponent laying face down on the canvas. She kneels down over one of the opponent's arms and pulls it up and back in an armbar. (Becky Lynch's finisher)

2.) Put On Notice: Kudo Driver

3.) Lex Appeal: STS hold. Like the STF hold only instead of the chinlock, they have the opponent in a sleeper hold also.

Signature Moves:
-Tilt-a-whirl Piledriver (no special name for it yet)

Favorite Moves:

1. Powerslam
2. Brainbuster
3. Short arm clothesline
4. Spinebuster
5. Backbreaker
6. DDT
7. Headbutt
8. Powerbomb
9. Spear
10. Bulldog
11. Standing Double Kneedrop
12. Punt Kick
13. Corner Dropkick
14. Chinlock
15. Surfboard Stretch
16. Neck Stretch

Brief Bio: Just over twenty three years ago, Alexis Grace Edwards was born two minutes after her identical twin sister Riley Ann. While most would consider the relationship between twins to be a fairly strong and unbreakable bond, shortly after the two turned eighteen, Alexis packed up a duffel bag of clothes and a few belongings and left home. She felt as though she was always being overlooked by Riley, as their parents very obviously favored Riley over Alexis. Riley always received the good grades and had the more acceptable group of friends while Alexis struggled in school and hung out with the tough crowd. This caused a rift in the relationship between the sisters and Alexis always felt an unwavering resentment towards her sister.

She had no real destination when she left home, and in the end, she wound up in Las Vegas where she and Tim Staggs crossed paths and formed a close friendship. She eventually started her training within the Staggs Dungeon, and after some time passed, she signed a contract within Sin City Wrestling and joined up with Tim Staggs and the rest of the Nobodies.

In May of 2016, while SCW was touring Japan, Alexis was kicked off the tour and sent home after she was caught drinking backstage. She checked herself into rehab following a brutal assault to her twin sister, Riley, and spent nearly three months there. She was on board the Summer XXXTreme cruise as just a fan, but following a beat down at the hands of the newest Bombshell at the time, Evie Baang, Alexis made her return to settle the score but also to make up for her past mistakes and finally do something good with her wrestling career.

She went on to wrestle a little while longer until she married Tim Staggs and found out she was pregnant shortly after, giving birth to their son, Daniel James(a.k. DJ) on her birthday in 2018. After spending the better part of the last year raising their son, Alexis was approached by former stablemate and best friend, Celeste North, about reuniting the Nobodies. Tim was against it, and Celeste used Alexis as the bait, whichhe reluctantly took.

Now Alexis is back, trying to once again find her footing in the wrestling world, only this time in SCU.

Achievements:
1x SCW Bombshell Internet Champion (10/18/15-02/14/16)

 Illicit Activities
Christmas Night
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Up until a little while ago, this weekend had been going pretty smoothly and better than I had thought.  After spending Christmas Eve in Phoenix with my family, I had come back home to Las Vegas, and to Tim so we could spend our first Christmas together.  Well...together at his family’s home.  And after quietly sneaking off to his room for a bit of illicit fun in the privacy of his room, we were interrupted a couple hours later when his phone went off across the room.  Normally he’d ignore it, and I would tell him to ignore it, but something told the both of us that this one shouldn’t be ignored.  And we were right.

Celeste was in a bit of a rough spot.  I’m not sure of the exact details, but neither one of us could let her be alone on Christmas...or Yule as she celebrates...and in the current frame of mind that she is in.  So we cut our night together short.  Not that it was much a huge deal, anyway.  We’re getting married.  Soon, actually.  And there would be plenty more Christmases in our future.  

After we left his family’s house and went our separate ways, I called the only other person I would love to spend time with tonight.  Someone who was more than likely spending it alone up until this point.  I let Jordan know I was on my way.  I knew exactly where she was because I had given her the keys to my apartment just last week.

As I open the door to my apartment, the only light on is coming from my bedroom.  It’s a flickering sort of light, and my guess is she’s lit some candles or something.  I toss my spare keys down on the table and kick my shoes off.

Lex: Jordan?  Babe, what are you doing?

I don’t need to ask, because I’m fairly sure what I’m going to walk into.  She doesn’t respond as I slowly walk down the hall and to my bedroom doorway.  As I suspected, my bedroom has been transformed into a romantic spot of sorts.  Candles lit all around the room.  Even my bed is different.  My jaw drops open as I look around the room and a few moments later, Jordan walks up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

Jordan: So...do you like it?

I let out a impressed laugh and she kisses my neck.  I’m not completely sure how I feel at the moment.

Lex: You...bought a new bed?  Seriously, where are you getting the money for this?

I spin around and she wraps her arms around my neck, bringing her lips to mine.  She completely ignores my question, and when I break the kiss, I look down at her.  If the candles and the bed wasn’t an indication of what is on her mind, her sexy red lingerie definitely is.

Jordan: It doesn’t matter where I got the money for it, baby.  The bed you had in here, if you want to call it that, was complete trash.  Did you seriously sleep on that thing?

Lex: Once in awhile, yes.  But, like I told you, I rarely stay here anymore so it only came in handy when I needed it.  You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.

She smiles and shakes her head at me, still keeping her hands around my neck.  I run my hand along the small of her back, and I can feel the goosebumps it causes on her skin.

Jordan: It was no trouble, trust me.  If this is going to be our place, I wanted to fix it up a little.  It might not be in the best of neighborhoods, but the inside doesn’t have to match the outside.

She kisses me again and this time, I let the kiss linger.  You’d think with what Tim and I had done earlier, I’d be too tired.  Who am I kidding?  Had he not had to run off to go check on Celeste, we would have gone on a lot longer than what we did.  Then again, maybe everything worked out the way it was supposed to, because had Jordan spent Christmas alone, I would have felt pretty guilty.  After a few minutes of tongue wrestling, I break the kiss.  Jordan runs her hands through my hair and stares at me.

Jordan: You know, I would say it was pretty shitty of Timmy boy to up and leave you on your first Christmas together, but I should probably thank him.  Now we get to spend our first Christmas together here.

I smile at her and let out a laugh.

Lex: In his defense, I told him he could go.  Celeste is having a rough time, and she needed him so I told him to go talk to her.  It all worked out for the best, I think.

A surprised and curious look appears on her face, but she keeps playing with my hair.

Jordan: Celeste?  You mean your friend Celeste?  Why would she need to talk to him?  And alone...

I know what she’s thinking and I immediately shake my head, putting off that thought.

Lex: Celeste was there for Tim when we was going through everything he went through earlier this year and before the two of us got together.  He’s just repaying the favor.  It’s fine, Jordan.  I trust them.

Jordan: I don’t know, baby.  I mean, that sounds really suspicious to me, but whatever you say.

I shake my head again and I turn around, looking towards the bed.  As impressed as I am with everything she’s done, I’m quickly hit with a wave of disappointment of my time with Tim getting cut short.  I’m glad I get to spend some time with Jordan, but trying to balance time for the both of them is harder than I originally thought it would be.  As I stare at the bed, trying to focus on spending time with Jordan, she walks up behind me again, and slowly removes my jacket.  She tosses it on the floor and starts kissing my neck again, very slowly.

Lex: You’re very persistent tonight, aren’t you?

Jordan: Can you blame me?  You really need to find a new wardrobe, by the way.  Your body is way too sexy to hide it behind these clothes.

Lex: Oh please.  Not all of us have a body as great as yours, Jordan.

She quickly spins me around and pushes me down onto the bed, walking up close to me and staring down into my eyes.

Jordan: You’re joking, right?  I hate to be actually admitting this, but I’m sure Tim and I would agree just how hot your body is.

She then sits down on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck again and staring deeper into my eyes.

Jordan: And too bad for Tim but that body is now all mine tonight while he’s offering his shoulder to Celeste to cry on.

I try to say something to argue that thought, again, but she brings her lips to mine in a fury of passion and I fall back onto the bed, with Jordan on top of me.  And any thoughts I had in my mind quickly switch to her and the illicit activities we were about to take part in…

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Tuesday December 27th
“Land Of Angel”- The Home of Austin and Angel Parker
Atlanta, Georgia
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Exhausted.  That is the only way to describe just how I’m feeling right now.  Between juggling my time with Tim and Jordan and my wrestling responsibilities, this trip to Atlanta didn’t help me at all.  Oh well.  It was necessary, because if I want my career to go further than it has, I need Austin as my manager.  And apparently that means meeting and speaking with his wife, Angel, to get an answer.

I knew his home was going to be huge, but never imagined the site I would see once I got here.  I couldn’t even guess as to the amount of land he owned.  It is great, I admit, but hell even I could never own this much land and find a way to make it all worth how much it had to have cost him.  But...to each their own.  I had heard a lot of this was done for Angel so I’m not about to say anything against it.

As I’m walking towards the front door to their main house, my head can’t help but wander and look over to the barn.  I had heard that inside that barn was a wrestling ring built for training sessions and the like for Austin’s clients...er, is that the proper way to describe those he manages?  I don’t know.  But I was tempted to sneak my way to the barn by myself to get a look, but the door to the house opened and I was greeted by a girl I can only assume is his daughter.  She smiles politely at me as I stand there, dumbfounded for a moment.

Kaitlyn: You must be the girl wantin’ Daddy to be yer manager.  Alexis, is it?

Her accent isn’t as pronounced as Austin’s, but she definitely has that southern twang to it.  I nod as she extends her hand and I shake it.

Lex: That’s me.  It’s nice to meet you...

She smiles and opens the door to invite me in.

Kaitlyn: Kaitlyn.  Come on in.  Momma will be with you shortly.

When I step inside, I’m left further in awe.  Kaitlyn leads me through the spacious front living quarters, down a hall and to their kitchen and dining area.  She motions me to have a seat on one of the bar stools surrounding the kitchen island.

Kaitlyn: Would you like some sweet tea while you wait?  Momma makes the best in the entire southern region.  Then again, I might be a bit biased.

Lex: That would be great, thanks.

She takes the pitcher of sweet tea out of the refrigerator and grabs two glasses from a nearby cabinet and fills them with ice.  She fills up one glass and places it in front of me before filling her own glass.  I take a quick sip and savor the deliciousness that is Mrs. Parker’s southern sweet tea.

Kaitlyn: Hopefully Momma and Daddy decide to take you on.  It’d be nice to have another girl around here from time to time.

I look at her confused for a moment and she takes a sip of her tea.

Lex: What do you mean?  Don’t other girls train here sometimes?

To my surprise, Kaitlyn shakes her head.

Kaitlyn: No ma’am.  If Daddy becomes your manager, you’d be the first one.  He’s never trained a girl before.

Lex: Really?  That’s...surprising.

I take another drink of my sweet tea as Kaitlyn nods and still keeps that friendly smile on her face.  A few moments later, I hear the sound of heels on the hardwood floor and I turn to see the woman I assume is Kaitlyn’s mother and Austin’s wife, Angel.

Angel: Alexis?

I nod as she walks up to me and shakes my hand.

Lex: Mrs. Parker.  Nice to meet you.

Angel: Please, call me Angel.  Follow me to the office and we can discuss things.

Lex: Austin won’t be there with us?

She lets out a brief chuckle as she leads me down another hall and towards a room set up as her office.  I’m only seeing a small portion of the house, but even what I’m seeing is huge and I can’t help but look around in awe.

Angel: Austin is around the ranch doing a bit of work.  Because I usually handle the business side of things, it’ll just be the two of us.  Should an arrangement be made, Austin takes on all the dirty work so to speak.

She stops just outside the office, inviting me inside first.  I nod and step into the office.  Angel follows behind me and quietly closes the door before she walks around the desk to her chair.  I take a seat in one of the chairs facing her.

Lex: Dirty work, huh?  I’d heard rumors of what Austin made J2H do.  Please tell me he wouldn’t do the same thing for me...

Angel smiles and lets out another laugh.  She shakes her head and sits back in her chair, making herself as comfortable as possible.  Her calm demeanor puts me at ease.  The complete opposite of her husband.

Angel: My husband treats each of his clients differently.  A case by case basis, I imagine.  How he would work with you is ultimately up to him.  It’s my understanding that you already have extensive wrestling experience?

I nod and smile politely at her.  I really hope that doesn’t ruin my chances of Austin becoming my manager.

Lex: Yes, ma’am.  I was actually trained by Spike and Vixen Staggs.  Austin worked with Spike Staggs for quite some time from what I’m told.

She nods.

Angel: Indeed he did.  If you don’t mind me asking, why would you like Austin to be your manager if you were trained by such excellent caliber wrestlers such as the Staggs’?  It’s an unusual decision to both me and my husband.

I let out an awkward laugh and run my hand along the back of my head.  I should have seen that question coming.

Lex: Yeah, it is I guess.  But, like I told Spike, I would have asked him or Vixen, but they have young kids their raising and neither of them seems too interested in coming back to the wrestling scene.  And I saw what Austin has done for J2H, and I’m kind of hoping he can do the same for me.

Angel: Austin has never trained a female wrestler before.  Were you aware of that?

I shake my head.  Well, before today I wasn’t aware of it.

Lex: Not until your daughter told me.  I find that kind of interesting, but there’s a first for everything, right?

Angel: Yes, I suppose there is.  He was trained by two very well known women wrestlers, yet he’s never actually trained a woman himself.  I should have known it was only a matter of time, though.

I nod and remain quiet, unsure of what to say at this point.  She leans forward and starts going through some papers on her desk and then takes in a deep breath before she turns her attention back to me.

Angel: You understand if Austin is to become your manager that you’ll have to travel to Atlanta on occasion?  That and as your manager, he can make decisions about your matches.

I’m sure she wants me to be one hundred percent sure this is what I want, but now I’m starting to second guess myself.  All I want to do is advance my wrestling career, but this is a lot to process.

Lex: I guess.  I mean, I know there’s a lot more responsibility to being a manager than some people think, but I just want to do whatever I have to do to add to my achievements and what not.  I figured Austin was just the man for the job.  I’m not opposed to travelling every now and then.

Angel: Okay.  I just want to be sure we’re all on the same page.  There will be a contractual agreement, and I’d hate for you to change your mind after you’ve signed all the proper paperwork.

Lex: So that means…?

She clasps her hands together and smiles at me.

Angel: If this is what you really want, I see no reason why we can’t take you on board.  I am also part of the arrangement, but I’m more behind the scenes.  I can tell just how determined you are, but I will warn you, my husband will not take it easy on you just because you are a woman.  You seem like a strong young woman so I’m sure you have what it takes.

Lex: Oh trust me, I am.  I’ve been through alot in my life, but I’ve always fought through it.  I’m not a quitter, I promise you that.  Whatever Austin thinks he has to do to get me where I want to be, I trust him.  Like I said, it worked for J2H, so...

Angel: That it did.  Well, we’ll get the managerial paperwork drawn up as soon as possible and we’ll give you a call once it is all ready to be signed.  This seems like a great way to start out the new year, huh?

I nod, now more excited than I was before.  This is all way too real, and she was right.  The new year is definitely shaping up to be a great one!

Lex: You’re telling me!  Getting married this weekend and now signing on to have one hell of a manager.  I’m determined to have 2017 be better than this year.

Angel: Getting married?  Well congratulations.

Lex: Thanks.  And don’t worry, it won’t interfere with the business side of things.  Tim understands that I’m trying to bust my a...er, butt, to become successful so he’d never stand in the way.

She nods.

Angel: Not a problem at all.  Now, how would you like a tour of the estate?  I imagine you'll be spending a lot of time here.

Lex: Do we have time?  I mean...this place is huge!  Seems like it would take a long time to get a tour in?

She lets out a laugh as she stands up from her chair, and I do the same.

Angel: Well, just a quick one.  You'll be spending most of your time in the barn I'd guess.  Putting that wrestling ring to use when Austin puts you to work.  Come on, let's go.

Before I know it, Angel is chatting away leading me around the estate in a quick tour.  It's still hard to take it all in, but I'm looking forward to whatever the new year, and Austin, has in store for me.  It's going to take a lot of work, I know, but I'm ready for it.  And I can't wait to tell Tim about it all.  

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Secret Suspicions
Wednesday December 28th
Staggs Dungeon
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So my trip to Atlanta wasn’t a long one, but it was eventful.  And, overall, successful.  I’d met with Austin’s wife, Angel, and went over some business stuff.  She’s a pretty nice lady, if I’m honest.  Almost the opposite of Austin, if you ask me.  How he landed her amazes me, but hey, I’m not one to pass judgement.  

So first thing this morning I caught a flight back home to Las Vegas.  Atlanta was nice and all, but I definitely couldn’t see myself living there full time.  Although I have a feeling I’d be spending a fair good amount of time there from here on out.  Anyway, after my flight landed and I got off the place, I first called Jordan.  She wanted to travel with me to Atlanta, but because this was strictly business, I told her to stay behind.  She wasn’t happy about it, but there was nothing she could really do.  Once she heard my voice on the phone, she was noticeably happier.

Jordan: Hey, baby.  How was your flight?

I couldn’t help but smile as I walked through the airport, exhausted from the last couple of days.

Lex: Like any other flight.  It sucked, but I’ll be fine.  How’s everything going?

Jordan: Better now that I know you’re back in Vegas.  Hop in a cab and get your butt to the apartment.

I let out a laugh at her impatience.  Unfortunately for her, I have other plans right now.

Lex: I actually can’t right now.  I’m meeting up with Tim and Celeste at Staggs Dungeon.  I have a match on Monday that I need to train for.  I’ll be over later tonight though.  I promise.

She lets out a disappointed and frustrated sigh and I stop walking.  This is about to turn into an argument with her.  I can feel it.

Jordan: I haven’t seen you since Sunday night!  You got to see Tim yesterday morning before you left for Atlanta.  Just head over here.  You have plenty of time to train for you match.

Now I let out a sigh.  The truth is, I didn’t have plenty of time to train, but Jordan didn’t know why.  I had planned to tell her in person, but I guess I’m forced to spill the beans over the phone, which I’m not looking forward to.

Lex: No, Jordan, I don’t.  Tim and I are getting married on Saturday night, so today is really the only time I’ll have to get any training in.  Riley is coming into town tomorrow so we can get everything ready for Saturday.

Silence.  Complete and utter silence.  For a moment, I think she hung up on me, but she takes in a deep breath several moments later, putting that thought to rest.  I wait for her to say something, but she doesn’t.  I hear something that almost sounds like she’s crying.

Lex: Jordan, say something.  You knew I wasn’t changing my mind about marrying Tim, so please don’t be surprised about this.  I wish you could just be friends with him.  For me.

She lets out an awkward laugh.

Jordan: Unlikely.  Look, baby, it’s...fine.  I know you’re not changing your mind.  I get it now.  I still don’t trust him, but I trust you.  And your judgement.  I’m not going anywhere, because I’m not going to leave you alone for when he really does break your heart, like I know he’s going to.

I laugh and shake my head.  I look at the time and quickly start walking towards the exit once again.

Lex: He’s not going to break my heart, Jordan.  You’ll realize that eventually.  Look, I have to get going.  I’m about to jump in a cab and head over to Staggs Dungeon to meet Tim and C.  I’ll call you later, okay?

Jordan: Okay.  Be careful.  I love you, baby.

Lex: Love you too.

I end the call a second later and hail a cab.  Once I get into the backseat and give the driver the address to Staggs’ Dungeon, I send Tim a quick text letting him know I’m on my way.  Traffic is heavier than I expected so it takes a little longer to get to Staggs Dungeon than it normally would.  I pay the driver his money and he drives off as I walk towards the doors and head inside.  Papa Staggs is in his office, and Tim and Celeste are already in the ring, engaged in a heated sparring session.  Celeste is clearly still frustrated and in a mood, and when Tim takes his eyes off her for a second to look at me as I’m walking towards the ring, she catches him with a hard right hook to the jaw.  I’m a little shocked, but Tim just laughs it off.

Tim: Hey babe.  About time you got here.

Lex: Yeah, traffic was a little crazier than I thought it would be.  Hey, C.

I turn my attention to Celeste, and she just waves at me.  I know she’s going through a lot of shit lately, so I try not to think much of it.  Tim walks over to the ropes, trying to catch his breath.

Tim: Hey, could you hand me the bottle of water that’s next to my bag?  C really isn’t taking it easy on me.

Lex: Yeah, sure.  Speaking of that, you sure you want to spar with me, then?  I wouldn’t mind going up against Celeste...

Celeste lets out a laugh as does Tim.  I walk over to where his duffel bag is sitting on the bench and go to grab his bottle of water.  Just as I grab it, though, my attention is drawn to something inside Tim’s bag.  Something that does not belong to me, and sure as hell doesn’t belong to him.  I glance behind me to see that Tim and Celeste are now quietly talking in the ring and I secretly reach into Tim’s bag, pulling out a pair of women’s panties.  Panties that I know for a fact aren’t mine, and I’m not sure what Tim would be doing with them either.

Tim: Babe...my water?

I quickly shake my head and turn around, holding the pantines behind my back.  I slide them into my back pocket as I walk up to the ring, handing the bottle to him.  He looks down at me as he twists the cap off of the bottle.

Tim: You okay?

I want to say no, I’m not fucking okay.  I want to question him on these panties right here and now, as I have a good idea of who they belong to, but...something doesn’t seem right about all of this.  So, I have to lie.  I nod my head with a smile and he takes a big gulp of water.

Lex: Yeah, I’m fine.  I need to go change into my gear.  I’ll be back in a few, okay?

Tim: Sure thing, babe.  I need a break anyway.

Celeste: Hurry up!  I’ve got some serious aggression to let off right now and Alexis needs to get ready for Kate.

I laugh and shake my head.

Lex: Relax, C.  I won’t be long.

I wanted to make a comment about not getting your panties in a twist, but I stop myself for obvious reason.  I head over to the women’s shower room as Tim and Celeste exit the ring for a bit a break while they wait for me.  I try not to think about the pair of panties I have in my back pocket, or the fact I’m fairly sure they belong to Celeste.  I know how I’ll find out before I confront Tim and Celeste about it, but that will happen on Monday at Climax Control.  And regardless, it doesn’t change my plans to marry Tim on Saturday.

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Saturday December 31st/Sunday January 1st
Ringing In The New Year
Little Vegas Chapel
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It’s been days since I found the pair of women’s panties in Tim’s gym bag.  And I haven’t done a damn thing about them, either.  I’ve wanted to confront both Tim and Celeste and call them out on it, but I need concrete proof before I go to them about it.  But, that doesn’t matter at the moment.  I’m not angry about it.  I can’t allow myself to be angry, because tonight Tim and I are got married.  At midnight, in fact.  What better way to ring in the new year than with our first kiss as husband and wife.  And not in front of the camera, or thousands of people on a Cruise ship, either.  It was just the two of us, with Celeste and Riley there for support, and that was it.  

It was perfect and just how I wanted it to be.  How both of us wanted it to be.  Following the ceremony, which was short, sweet and to the point, the four of us head out of the chapel.  Tim and I, of course, are hand in hand, and Riley is all smiles, happy for the both of us.  Deep down Celeste was happy for us, but because of everything she was going through lately, she just didn’t have it in her to express it the way I had hoped she would.  Once we’re outside, TIm pulls me in close to him for another quick kiss.

Riley: So, what’s going on for the rest of the night?!  Time to go out and celebrate!

I pull away for just a moment and stare at Riley, smiling but shaking my head.  Tim keeps his arms wrapped around me and I notice him quickly glance over to Celeste who is quietly minding her own business.

Lex: You can go out and do your own thing, Riley, but I have other plans for tonight.

Riley nods slowly and winks at me.

Riley: Ahh, of course.  Alone time.  It’s okay, I get it.  Maybe me and Celeste could hang out for a while?  Celebrate the new year?

All eyes turn to Celeste and she just looks up and slowly shakes her head.

Celeste: Thanks but no thanks.  Celebrating these two getting married is about all the celebrating I can handle for one night.

Tim: It might be a good thing, C.  You don’t have to stay out long or anything...

She shakes her head again.

Celeste: I’m cool, thanks.  She’s a little too bubbly for me right now anyway.

Riley: Oh fine!  Party pooper!  I’ll just go by myself!

Lex: Ri, I know you want to have fun tonight, but I don’t think you should go by yourself.  Why don’t you just call it a night?  We went out before we got here anyway...

Riley smiles and shakes her head.  She steps towards me and wraps her arms around me in a quick hug.

Riley: I’ll be fine, sis.  You two go on and enjoy your night together!  You deserve it.

Lex: Thanks, Ri.  You gonna be okay, C?

I turn my attention towards Celeste and she just nods.

Celeste: My nickname isn’t peaches for nothing, Lex.  I’ll be fine.  You two go and get your freak on and have some fun.  I’ll catch up with you guys later.

Celeste doesn’t even give either of us the chance to say anything else before she turns and walks away.  I’m worried about her and I know Tim is, too, but he just squeezes me tight, reassuring me she’ll be fine.  Riley says her goodbyes before she wanders off to go find something to do as well and then it’s just the two of us.  I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, all smiles.

Lex: So, Mr. Staggs, you ready to really get the new year started off with a bang?

I let out a laugh as a wink at him and he gets the picture.  He brings his lips to mine for another kiss and he pulls me in closer.

Tim: That sounds like a fantastic idea, Mrs. Staggs.

Lex: That’s going to sound weird for a while, you know that?  I’m not even twenty-one yet and already a Mrs...

Tim: It has a nice ring to it though, don’t you think?

I nod.

Lex: That it does.  Come on, let’s go.  I have one more surprise for you, but that will wait until the morning.

Tim is about to question me on it, but I take him by the hand and pull him away so we can head back to our hotel room for the night.  I have an even bigger surprise in the morning, but that surprise is going nowhere and right now, there is a very comfortable king sized bed calling our name…

The Next Morning…

I don’t think either of us got a minute of sleep last night, but it’s definitely not bothering either of us.  We’re just soaking it all in and enjoying our time together and when I was finally able to talk him into getting dressed so I could show him my next surprise, we were out of our hotel room for the day.  As soon as we got to the car, though, I had to do one thing.

Tim: A blindfold?  Seriously?  This would have been better used--

Lex: Shut up, babe.  It’s not being used for that...not this time anyway.

We both chuckle as I put the blindfold over his eyes and help him into the passenger seat of the car.  I know he’s confused, but curious at the same time, and I’m excited.  Really excited.

Lex: You better keep that blindfold on.  Got it?

He puts both of his hands behind his head and grins.

Tim: Yes, mistress...

I smack his chest and the both of us let out a laugh as I drive away from the hotel.  He keeps his hands behind his head the entire time, and both of us are quiet.

Tim: I better like this surprise.  I mean, we both had to get dressed for it...

Lex: Oh relax, there is plenty of time for that later.  And you’re going to love this surprise.  I already do...

He nods and takes in a deep breath and it’s another ten minutes before I park the car, just outside of the surprise.  He pretends to look around, noticing the car has stopped, and I turn to face him with a huge smile on my face.

Lex: You ready, babe?

Tim: I was ready ten minutes ago...

Lex: Alright, here goes.

I remove the blindfold and he stares at me for a moment, but more importantly, the big smile on my face.  I point behind him eagerly, just outside the car and he finally turns around.

Tim: What’s the surprise?  Where are we?

Lex: Home!  That is the surprise!  That’s our new house!

His jaw drops for a moment before he turns and looks at me and I just nod quickly.  He gets out of the car and just stands there, standing at our new house as I run around the car and stand next to him.  It’s not much to look at on the outside...yet, but I knew when I saw this wonderous brick house I had to get it, and judging by the look on Tim’s face, he loves it, too.

Tim: You...bought us a house?  How?!

Lex: It’s a long story.  One I’ll explain later, but...this is ours!  Oh, and it even has a private pool in the back!

Tim: Damn.  You’re really starting to live up to your “sugar momma” status...

He turns and winks at me and I playfully smack him again.

Lex: Not funny!  We needed our own place, and when I saw this place I couldn’t pass it up.  It has five bedrooms--

Tim: FIVE?!

Lex: Relax, it was a great price for it being five bedrooms and having a pool, but...Do you like it?!

He turns and stares at the house for a moment, and I’m almost afraid he’s going to think it’s too much.  But he turns back to me and pulls me in close again, kissing me yet again.

Tim: I love it!  It’s awesome!

Lex: I thought so, too.  Wait until you see the inside...

I take him by the hand and lead him up to the front door, where I take the key out of my pocket and open the door.  I let him step inside first, so he can get the full effect and before I know it, we’re walking around the inside of our new home.  I don’t think either of us has ever been happier…

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So...that last couple of weeks have been nothing short of amazing.  I officially became Mrs. Staggs when I married Tim and we moved into our house.  It’s still a work in progress, considering how big the house actually is, but we have all the time in the world to make it just the way we want it to be.  I know I’ve been quiet on the Sin City Wrestling front, and that’s my mistake, but...life just happens sometimes.  And when I was supposed to face Kate Steele on January 2nd on the first Climax Control of the year, life decided to deal me a bout of food poisoning and I couldn’t make the show.  I was totally bummed out because I was looking forward to facing Kate again, but shit happens and I know there will be more opportunities for Kate and I to square off again in the future.

But Inception II is apparently not that time.  I have to admit, I was a little more than surprised when I saw the card for Inception.  I thought there had to be some sort of mistake, but unfortunately there wasn’t.  And it was most definitely not a joke.  Instead of being higher up on the card, against someone a little more experienced and seasoned, I’ve been put up against this new chick, Aphrodite.  

Aphrodite?!  Seriously?!

Okay, okay...I get it.  I shouldn’t complain because a match is a match, but come on.  Can you really blame me?  I’ve been in SCW for almost two years now.  Two...years.  And Aphrodite has been here for barely even a MONTH.  And not only that...she’s just not that good.  Someone has to face her, sure, but...why me?

Well...I was given that answer.  And it’s all thanks to my amazing new manager who I THOUGHT was going to help me get somewhere.  But...that’s an argument for a different day, I suppose.  I guess I just need to get the hell over it and focus on walking into that match and giving Aphrodite a proper welcome to SCW.  A welcome Alexis Edwards...er, Staggs...style.

You hear that Aphrodite?  You may have faced Twisted Sister in your first match.  You may have, by some miracle, pulled off a win over her, but that’s not going to happen this time.  You’re not going to get lucky and get a win over me, because I have to fight tooth and nail to get where I want to be in this company.  And I guess that all begins with you.

I don’t like girls like you.  I never have, and I probably never will.  You think that your looks will get you everywhere in this business, but they won’t.  You have to have some sort of skill, lady, and that’s just something you don’t have.  I’m going to embarrass you, Aphrodite.  I really am.  I hope you’re ready for that, because I need to make a statement, and you’re just the unlucky bitch standing in my way this week.

Do you even take the time to train, Aphrodite?  Do you take the time to scout your opponents and take the necessary steps to do what needs to be done to get a win, or is all of your time spent staring in a mirror telling yourself that your “beauty” will just knock me out and that’s how you’ll beat me?  It really doesn’t matter to me, either way, because even training for hours every day won’t help you going against me.

I’m a woman on a mission, Aphrodite.  I’ve got one goal on my mind, and you’re just another hurdle standing in my way and it’s going to make me feel so damn good beating the hell out of you, sending a message and moving on to bigger and better things while you stay at the bottom of the barrel where you belong.

One week, Aphrodite.  You’ve got one week until we step into that ring and then it’s all over for you.  

See you at Inception II!

 After High Stakes VI

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

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

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

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

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

Celeste nods in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I laugh and nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lex: Alright.  Give me a few minutes.

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

Lex: What’s up, Riley?

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

I shake my head with a laugh.

Lex: Mikah.  Her name is Mikah.

Riley: Oh whatever.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I roll my eyes.

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

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

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

Tim smiles and nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tim: Alright, let’s go.

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

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

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

Riley: Oliver!  Bring that back here!

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

Lex: What does he have, Riley?!

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

**CRASH!!**

Riley: ….drop the pie.

Oliver: Ooops...

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

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

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

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

I hold up my hands and shake my head.

Lex: No thanks.  I’ll pass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riley: Oooh!  A secret!  I love secrets!

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

Oliver: Gobble!  Gobble!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riley: You’re joking, right?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mother: Girls!  Dinner is ready!

Lex: We’ll be right there!

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

Lex: Jordan, what part of--

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

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

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

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

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

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

More giggles.  Shit.  This is bad.

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

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

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

Jordan: Yeeep!

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

Lex: Where in Vegas?  Where are you staying?

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

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

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

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

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

Jordan: Yaaa thas it!  Superrrr..

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

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

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

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

Jordan: Fiiiiine.

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

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

I let out a sigh and shake my head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riley laughs.

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

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

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

---

Flashback
June 2016
Undisclosed Rehab Facility

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

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

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

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

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

Jordan: Ugh.  What do you want?

Lex: Are you okay?

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

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

I nod because, well, she had a point.

Lex: Who were you waiting to show up?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jordan: W-what are you--

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

**KNOCK KNOCK**

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

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

**KNOCK KNOCK**

Lex: Jordan, come on. Open the door.

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

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

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

Jordan: I told you not to come...

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

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

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

Jordan: Drugs?  What...drugs?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lex: Jordan?  Jordan?!

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

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

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

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

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

Jordan: Supposed to be somewhere?

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

Lex: Tim...We’re supposed to...

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

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

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

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

I nod, thinking for a moment.

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

She raises an eyebrow.  

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

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

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

I spin around and look at her.

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

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

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

I shake my head quickly.

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

She thinks for a moment before she relaxes a little.

Jordan: Oh...

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

She lets out frustrated sigh and shakes her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tim: But...

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

Lex: I’m just really confused right now.

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

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

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

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

Lex: Nothing happened.  Nothing major anyway.

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

Lex: I kissed her...

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

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

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

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

He nods and kisses my forehead.

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

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

Lex: Will you still come to Primm with me?

He smiles and nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Celeste: So what now?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riley: No.  You go on without me.

Lex: Come on, Riley...

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

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

She starts walking away shaking her head.

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

But I can’t let that happen.  

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

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

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

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

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

Just not the one that really matters.  

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

My pride.  

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

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

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

An Alexis Edwards that has everything to lose…

See you Sunday, Mercedes!

 Seeking Help: Part 1

**Flashback**
Friday May 20th
Undisclosed Rehab Facility

Twenty-four hours.  That’s how long I’ve been in this place, and I still don’t know what to think about it.  Aside from the first initial meeting with my therapist, Dr. Lambert, it’s been relatively quiet.  Too damn quiet, and I’m starting to think I made a huge mistake in checking myself in this place.  I miss my friends.  I miss Celeste.  And I really fucking miss Tim, and I don’t even know how he’s doing, either.

I barely got any sleep last night, and that shit just isn’t gonna fly with me.  The beds are pretty damn uncomfortable and we’re only allowed one pillow and blanket.  And not only that, but we have shared rooms and my roommate was sawing logs all fucking night.  I think I just might use my pillow to smother her one night if that shit doesn’t stop.  It’s probably best I keep those thoughts to myself, especially if I ever want to get out of this damn place.

While everyone has just been called to the cafeteria for breakfast, I take a bit of a detour to the nurse’s station, or whatever you want to call it in a place like this.  A few of the staff workers are behind the desk, going through some paperwork when one of the older, grumpy looking women looks up at me with a frown.

Grump #1: The cafeteria is that way, miss.

She points behind me and I place my hands on the desk and look to her nodding.  Yeah, I think I could have followed everyone’s lead, dumbass.

Lex: Yeah, I kinda figured that out with everyone walking that way.  Look, I need to talk to Dr. Lambert.

Grump number one lets out a loud obnoxious amused laugh and the other two staff workers behind her laugh as well.  The fuck?  Yeahhh, this place is gonna be loads of fun I can tell.

Grump #1: So does everyone else here, miss, but it doesn’t work that way.  You don’t get to decide when you see your therapist.  Dr. Lambert will meet with you soon to discuss your schedule.  Until then--

Lex: Are you kidding me?  Wow this place is gonna be more like a prison isn’t it?  It’s cool, though, I’ll just go find Dr. Lambert’s office my--

Before I can even finish my sentence, someone grabs my arm and pulls me away from the desk.  I spin around, ready to knock this person the fuck out and the staff workers are quickly on their feet, keeping an eye on this situation.

Redhead: Hey, Liz, I’ll take care of this one.  Show her the ropes and explain how things work.  She’s new, ya know.

Grump number one, apparently named Liz, glances at the redhead who now has her hands on my shoulders and just nods.

Liz: Mmhm...You behave yourself now, Jordan.  And you too, new girl.

The redhead, named Jordan, gives Liz a thumbs up as she leads me away, towards the cafeteria.  Once we’re a safe distance down the hall, I quickly shrug my shoulders demanding her hands get off of me.  She steps in front of me and folds her arms across her chest as she stares at me with a grin.

Jordan: Relax, new girl.  You should be thanking me, because shit like that can get you in a lot of trouble in this place.

I glare at her, folding my arms right back at her.  Who does this bitch think she is?

Lex: Thanks, but I don’t need your help.  Or anybody else’s.  I can take care of myself just fine.

Jordan laughs and shakes her head.  I can tell she’s going to be the problem for me while I’m here, but she doesn’t know a damn thing about me or what I’m capable of so I think I could take her if needed.  

Jordan: Trust me when I say that with that attitude, you’re only going to be in this place longer.  I’m trying to help you.  All you newbies usually walk into this place thinking it’s going to be smooth sailing, but it’s really not.

Lex: Sounds like you’re an expert, huh?  Been in this place for a while?  Well, newsflash, I don’t plan on being in here that long.

Jordan: That’s what we’ve all said, but until you’ve spent some time in here, you won’t know how long you’re going to be here.  What are you in here for anyway?  If you don’t mind me asking.

I let out an annoyed laugh and shake my head.

Lex: That’s not on of your business...Jordan, is it?  My problems are my own so kindly step aside and let me walk to the cafeteria to get some damn food.

Jordan: I’ll let you go, if that’s what you want, but just a heads up.  Your problems aren’t your own.  Part of being here is mandatory group therapy sessions so everybody will hear your problems, chickie.  And if you refuse to talk?  Well...you’ll only be here longer until you decide to talk.

This chick is really starting to annoy me, and I let her know just by narrowing my eyes.  She finally steps aside and lets me get on my way to the cafeteria.

Jordan: One other bit of advice...don’t eat the eggs.  They’re awful!  Hey, I didn’t catch your name!

Lex:  That’s because I didn’t say it!  Thanks for the advice, Jordan, but like I said I can take care of myself!

I follow that statement up with a friendly middle finger.  I hear her laughing as I find my way to the cafeteria, and I’m really not looking forward to finding out just how disgusting the food in this place is.  And it turned out to be pretty terrible.  Except the cereal.  

Lunch was even worse.  About an hour after lunch was over, I was called to Dr. Lambert’s office.  She instructed me to take a seat on what I called the “crazy sofa,” before she took a seat in her own chair with a pen and a pad of paper in front of her.  I fold my arms across my chest and look around, a little lost for words.

Dr. Lambert: So, Alexis, I understand there was a slight incident before breakfast this morning?  Care to tell me about that?

I laugh and roll my eyes.

Lex: What do I need to tell you about it if you apparently already know?  I asked to see you and Grump number one--

Dr. Lambert: Her name is Liz.

Lex: Whatever.  Liz wouldn’t let me talk to you.  She treated me like garbage and it pissed me off, but I guess it’s whatever, isn’t it?

I let out a frustrated sigh and turn my head, pretending not to watch her as she jots something down on her notepad.  Typical.  

Dr. Lambert: No, it’s not whatever, Alexis.  I told you yesterday when you checked in that things will only go smoothly if you cooperate.  We’re not going to work on your schedule, and I need you to understand that.  I have several other patients.

Lex: Well that’s just great.  I’m going to be here longer because you’ve got other patients and I have to wait to sort my shit out until you’re free to see me.  This was a big mistake, but now I’m stuck here until you say it’s okay for me to leave.

Dr. Lambert: I assure you it was not a mistake, Alexis.  Your sessions with me are only going to be one aspect of your treatment.

I let out another annoyed laugh.  Oh, yeah, I heard about another part of my treatment.

Lex: Yeah, I was informed about the other part.  The group therapy bullshit?  I don’t do well with talking around people I don’t know and don’t trust, Doc.  I didn’t sign up for group therapy.

And she starts writing again.  I fucking hate that shit, but she looks up at me a few seconds later.

Dr. Lambert: Not many people do well with group therapy in the beginning, but it’s something you will need to work on.  None of the others are perfect, and they’re certainly not going to judge you for being in the same place they are.

I let out a sigh and look away again.  The way it’s looking, I’m going to be in this place for a long fucking time.  I wonder if I could get Celeste to break me out…

Dr. Lambert: Your first group therapy session is in two hours, Alexis.  Now, I’m not saying you have to talk right away, but what I want you to do is listen.  Listen to the others speak.  Listen to their stories about why they are here and you might come to realize that you can empathize with them.

I still don’t say a word.  Seriously, what the hell have I done?  I know she fed me that “change doesn’t happen overnight” bullshit yesterday, today was a new day and it started out really fucking shitty.

Dr. Lambert: You want help, Alexis.  That much is very clear, as I stated to you yesterday.  But you have to continue wanting help for this to work.  How badly do you want help?

I slowly turn my head and look back to her.  As annoyed as I am, I can feel myself calming down.

Lex: Really fucking bad.  I’m tired of people thinking I have a constant case of PMS or some shit, but I’m telling you that group therapy isn’t my thing.  I don’t open up very easily.  Hell, it took me a long time to open up to my boyfriend.

Dr. Lambert: I’m going to help you with that, Alexis, but you have to trust me.  We’re going to get to the root of your problems, but it’s going to take time.  You’re still young, so just have a little bit of faith and believe in yourself.  Are you willing to at least try?

I stare at her for a moment as I think about it.  I know everybody else here has their fair share of problems, obviously, but that doesn’t mean I trust any of the to open up and talk about my life around any of them.  Fuck, this isn’t going to be fun.  Then again, it’s rehab.  It’s not supposed to be fun, is it?

Lex: I can’t make any promises, but I’ll see how it goes.

Dr. Lambert: As long as you have an open mind.  Everyone else was in your shoes when they first came here.  And some of them didn’t come voluntarily like you did.  Can you tell me more about that?  About what set this all in motion?

I close my eyes and all I can see is Riley sitting in that hospital bed, battered and bruised thanks to me and what I had done to her.  I shake my head, trying to get the memory out of my mind and I take in a deep breath.  Before I know it, I start telling Dr. Lambert about what had happened, and I don’t even pay attention to her jotting more notes down on her notepad.  I just...keep talking.  And she listens.

---

Present Day
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I think I was more excited about the thought of going to Santa Barbara with Tim, but when we actually got there and before the show even started, I started having second thoughts.  I wasn’t booked in a match and I don’t have much of anything going on, so why did I even have to be at the show anyway?  We could have just hung out back home in Vegas until the card for High Stakes was announced.  But Tim quickly felt the need to be there to confront Kris Halich, even though I felt it was a bad idea.  

So I let him say his peace, and for the remainder of the show we just hung around not doing much of anything. Now I’m staring out the window as Tim is driving us back home to Las Vegas, our second road trip in as many days.  I’ve been quiet most of the drive so far, and after a while he finally notices and he shuts the radio off, and quickly glances over to me.

Tim: Alright, are you going to tell me what’s wrong or do I have to guess?

I turn my attention away from out the window and back to him as he keeps his eyes on the road as much as he can, but he makes it a point to glance at me every so often.  I smile at him, trying to reassure him as best I can.

Lex: I’m fine, babe.  Just a little tired is all.

He laughs and shakes his head.  I know he doesn’t believe me, but it was worth a shot anyway.

Tim: Yeah, nice try.  You might be a little tired, but I know there’s something bothering you.  I thought you were excited to have me go to Climax Control with you?

I keep the smile on my face and nod.  When he moves his right hand to the gear shift, I take his hand in mine.

Lex: I was, and that’s not what is bothering me.  I mean, I was a little worried for you coming back after everything you went through, but I knew you’d ultimately be okay.  I just...Aside from you confronting Kris and just trying to ease back into everything, there was no real reason for me to be there, that’s all.

Tim: Just because you weren’t booked, doesn’t mean you didn’t have to be there.  You know that.  You’re under contract.  You have to show up regardless.

I nod and let out a sigh.  In all honesty, I have no idea how to explain what I mean, or what is on my mind, but I give it a shot anyway.

Lex: No, I know that.  I just...I’m kinda bummed that I have nothing going on right now.  I mean, my feud with Evie is pretty much done now, and now she’s apparently targeting the Bombshell Internet Championship.  Until the card was announced, I literally had no clue who the hell I would be facing.  These random pointless matches are just...annoying.

Tim: I think you’re looking at this triple threat match against Mikah and Sam Marlowe all wrong, babe.  I don’t agree that it was random or pointless at all.

I raise an eyebrow and look at him, slightly confused.

Lex: No?  Come on, you can’t tell me that we were just thrown against one another because none of us were involved in a feud or anything?  That’s what usually happens with the booking when everyone else is already involved in a feud or some sort of title scene.

He laughs and shakes his head.

Tim: Before you challenged Evie to that match at the Halloween show, what did you say?  What did you tell everyone you were planning after your feud was over?

Lex: Babe, just because I wanted to target the Bombshell Championship, doesn’t mean anything now.  I lost to Evie...again.  And now she’s going for the Bombshell Internet Championship, and I’m walking around looking like chopped liver.  Mark and Christian aren’t going to--

Tim: Stop for a second and think about this.  Look at your opponents.  Sam Marlowe...two time former World Bombshell Champion.  Mikah...former longest reigning World Bombshell Champion.

I nod.

Lex: Yeah, and me.  A former Nobody who went to rehab...What’s your---

Tim: This is your change, Lex.  This is the first step to prove you deserve to go for the World Bombshell Championship.  They didn’t just throw you against Mikah and Sam for shits and giggles.

Lex: I wouldn’t doubt that they did, Tim.  I haven’t exactly done a whole lot since coming back.  Maybe I’m just in over my head in thinking I can actually go for the World Bombshell Title.  I wasn’t even a good Bombshell Internet Champion.

He squeezes my hand, trying to reassure me and then he brings my hand up and kisses it.  

Tim: Hey, quit talking like that.  That’s not true at all.  You did good during the time you had the title, but things happen.  Hell, I know that.  We’ve both dealt with our own problems this year, but I think you’re ready to go for it all.  You want to know what I think?

I shake my head and stare at him.

Lex: No.  What’s that?

Tim: Maybe what you need is someone to help you.  Guide you to the title, you know?

Lex: You mean, like a manager or something?

He nods and smiles.

Tim: That’s exactly what I’m saying.  I think that’s the perfect way to get started.

I turn my head and think for a moment, looking out the window again.  I think for a while, wondering who I could get to be my manager, when it hits me.  I should have thought of this sooner.

Lex: You know, you’re right.  I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner, but I think I know just the person to ask.

Tim: I think I’m thinking of the same person...Well, I was going to suggest one of two people, but--

Lex: Babe, I know you’re thinking I could ask your Dad or Vixen, but...that’s not who I was thinking.  But, I do think I need to talk to your dad about it.

Tim keeps his eyes on the road, but he looks genuinely surprised that I’m not considering Spike or Vixen to be my manager.

Tim: It’s your decision, babe, but I am a bit surprised you didn’t think of one of them first.  Wait...you’re not thinking of asking Misty are you?

I let out a laugh and quickly shake my head.

Lex: Are you kidding me?  I mean, any one of those three would be a great choice, but I think Misty is too happy being a mother to Owen and Eden and planning her wedding to O’Malley right now.  That and Spike and Vixen have the twins, too.  No, I had someone else in mind.

Tim: Ok...who?

Lex: I’ll tell you as soon as I talk to your Dad.  Let’s just get back to Vegas so I can talk to him and then I’ll tell you.  But, trust me, it’s someone I know would lead me to the title.

Tim laughs.

Tim: Alright.  If you say so.  Just focus on this match against Mikah and Sam Marlowe first.  And don’t worry about it, because I know you’ll do fine.

I smile and nod, squeezing his hand in mine.  He focuses on the road as he tries to get us home to Vegas in a timely manner, and I reach forward, turning the radio back on.  I’m in a much better mood than I was before, and I feel better about my chances against Mikah and Sam.  And not only that, but I’m looking forward to my future in SCW...Just so long as I could get this manager on board…

---

The Next Day
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Since it was late last night when we finally made it back to Vegas, I decided to wait until today to talk to Spike about my plans.  I can only hope he and Vixen won’t be offended by my decision not to ask either of them to be my manager.  They trained me, so I can see why it would only be fitting that one of them become my manager.  But either way, I’ve learned a lot from the Staggs.  Tim included.  And I owe them alot.  Maybe one day I’ll be able to pay them back.  Hopefully.

Spike apparently headed over to Staggs Dungeon a little early this morning to get some paperwork done so he was already gone when I got to Tim’s place.  Tim decided to head over there with me, since he was the one who put the manager idea in my head.  I know he’s probably going to feel a little guilty, as he was expecting me to ask his dad or Vixen, but I would have thought of this sooner or later.  So...same outcome.

We’re walking hand in hand into Staggs Dungeon and I can hear a couple of trainees sparring in the ring.  Once we walk inside, I spot two newer people whom I’ve never met sparring in the ring.  They honestly look to be doing a better job than I ever did.  It’s only a matter of time until they get their first contracts, I think.  I see the door to Spike’s office is open, so I let go of Tim’s hand and start heading towards it.  Tim grabs a hold of my hand again, holding me back for a moment.  I spin around and look at him.

Tim: You sure you don’t want me to talk to him with you?  I’m the one who put the idea into your head.  If he gets mad at you, I should probably be there to defend you.

I laugh and shake my head.  He’s pretty cute when he gets all protective of me, even if he doesn’t need to be.

Lex: Relax, babe.  I’ll be fine.  I would have thought of this eventually, and it’s not your fault I’m not asking your Dad or Vix.

I give him a quick kiss and tell him I’ll be just a few minutes.  He heads on over to one of the benches by the ring to watch the action.  He greets one of the guys on the outside before they watch the trainees, and I head over to Spike’s office.  He’s nose deep in paperwork when I step into the doorway, gently knocking on the door.  He looks up at me briefly, before getting back to his paperwork.

Spike: Oh, hey Lex.  I’m pretty busy right now.

Lex: I can see that, Papa Staggs.  I just need to talk to you.  I’ll be quick.  I promise.

Spike looks up at me, confusion written all over his face.  He motions for me to take a seat and then leans back in his own chair and crosses his arms.

Spike: You’re never going to stop calling me Papa Staggs are you?

I chuckle and shake my head.

Lex: Nope.  And don’t lie.  You know you like it, old man.

He tries to stop himself from grinning but I can tell he’s unable to and he shakes his head.

Spike: So what’s going on?  What’s so important you had to distract me from my mountain of paperwork to talk to me this instant?

Lex: Well, Tim and I were talking last night and...

Spike: Oh shit.  Don’t tell me he got you pregnant?

My eyes widen and my jaw drops.  Did...did he really just ask me that?!  I’m left speechless, which probably doesn’t help any, because I think Spike starts to freak out at the thought of becoming a grandparent before he’s even forty.

Spike: He did, didn’t he?!  This is just great.  How could you two be so--

Lex: Whoa, whoa, whoa!  I’m NOT pregnant, Papa Staggs.  That much I can promise you.

Spike immediately relaxes, but I’m still horrified that he thought that.  I run my hand through my hair and shake my head, and Spike takes in a deep breath.

Spike: You’re not?  Oh thank God for that.  So what is this...Oh don’t tell me you two eloped?!

Seriously?!  Of course he’d go from thinking I’m pregnant to thinking that Tim and I got married.  He must have had too much coffee this morning.  It’s the only explanation.

Lex: Spike!  Relax!  Don’t you think that if either of those cases were true, that Tim would be in here talking to you with me?!  I’m not pregnant and we didn’t get married, so you can calm down.  Geez, lay off the coffee.

I now can’t stop myself from laughing and Spike just nods.  He leans forward in his chair, placing his hands on the desk and then stares at me very seriously.

Spike: Right.  I’m sorry.  I’m just a little confused on what you wanted to speak to me.  What’s going on?

Lex: Well, as I was trying to say.  Tim and I were talking last night, and I kind of have this idea.  I’ve been a little discouraged with how things are going for me in SCW at the moment, and after High Stakes, I really want to try and work my way up to the World Bombshell Championship, so Tim...and I...thought it would be a good idea if I got a manager to sort of guide me.  Help me out a bit.

Spike leans back in his seat again and nods.  He seems to be thinking to himself, but not saying a word so I don’t know what could be on his mind.

Lex: Now, before you say anything, or assume anything...As much as it would be fitting for me to ask you or Vixen to be my manager, I actually have a different person in mind.  But I don’t want you or Vix to be mad at me, or offended that I want to go to someone else.  I mean, I appreciate everything you guys have ever done for me.  You trained me and got me to where I am--

I’m speaking a mile a minute it seems, and I would continue my rambling if Spike hadn’t held up his hand and silenced me.  I take in a deep breath and just stare at him as he offers me a polite smile.

Spike: Alexis, you can relax.  I’m not mad or even offended and I’m sure Vixen won’t be either.  Truth be told, if you had asked either one of us, we probably would have told you no anyway.

Lex: Really?

Spike nods.

Spike: Yes, really.  As you can tell, I’m up to my neck in paperwork here, while trying to be home as much as I can to spend time with my family.  And Vixen has her hands full with the twins quickly approaching the terrible two stage.  It really wouldn’t have worked for either of us to take on that responsibility.  But we would have been honored had you asked.

I breathe a sigh of relief.  Knowing neither of them would be upset with me, makes this that much easier.

Lex: Oh thank God.  I was worried that you guys would be mad since you trained me and all.

Spike shakes his head.

Spike: Of course not.  But I have to ask...who are you considering being your manager?  If it’s Misty I can tell you that’s not--

I quickly shake my head, stopping him before he can finish that thought.

Lex: It’s not Misty, for the same reason you an Vix wouldn’t be able to do this.  Among other things.  The person I have in mind might actually surprise you.  I was a little surprised he was my first choice...

Spike: He, huh?

I can tell by the look on his face that his immediate thought is Tim, so I just end up blurting it out before he can assume anything.

Lex: Austin Parker.  I want to ask Austin Parker if he’ll be my manager.

Spike’s eyes light up in surprise and he just nods his head slowly.  He thinks on my choice for a moment, and I take his silence as a bad sign so I shake my head.

Lex: It’s a bad idea, isn’t it?  You think it’s a bad idea?  Okay, I’ll just have to think of somebody else.  I’m sure I can think of--

He holds up his hand again, stopping my rambling for the second time, and he smiles at me.

Spike: I think it’s a great idea, actually.  I’m not surprised at all that you thought of Austin.

Wait...what?

Lex: Really?  I wasn’t sure because I don’t think he’s ever managed a woman before so even I had my doubts if it was a good idea or not.

Spike: Austin Parker is one hell of a manager, trust me.  I’m a former client of Austin’s so I would know.  I think he’s the perfect choice to help get you to the World Bombshell Championship.  I say go for it.

Lex: Do you think he’ll agree to it?  I mean...he’s J2H’s manager, so he’s probably more focused on that but...

Spike laughs.

Spike: Austin knows what he’s doing.  I think he’d gladly take you on as his client, and when he does, I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll shoot straight to the top of the decision soon after.  Austin Parker made my career, so I owe him a lot.  He might also be managing the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion in J2H, but I think he’ll realize that if he manages you?  You could easily do the same with the World Bombshell Championship.

I laugh nervously, my thoughts going straight to Mikah and her championship reign.

Lex: Well, I don’t know about that.  Mikah had a stranglehold on that belt for nine months, and even if I can get a shot at it, I’ll have to go through Crystal Millar as long as she can beat Jessie at High Stakes.

Spike: You have to believe in yourself, Lex.  You have to have confidence and it’ll all fall into place.  Don’t doubt yourself, because I’ve seen first hand how passionate you are.  You’ve had your fair share of struggles this year, and so has Tim, but I’ve seen the both of you becoming better adults after it all.  So you’ve had a couple of losses to Evie Baang recently.  Use that as motivation going into this match against Mikah and Sam.  Don’t be discouraged, alright?

I nod and smile at him.  I guess he, of all people, knows what he’s talking about.

Lex: Thanks Papa Staggs.  I appreciate it.  I really do.

Spike: Don’t mention it.  Just go out there and make us proud.  You want the World Bombshell Championship?  Fight for it.  Bust your ass and prove how much you want it.  And start by beating Mikah and Sam.  But don’t tell Sam I said that...

I laugh and shake my head.

Lex: I won’t.  I know it isn’t going to be easy, but I’ll give it my best shot.

I place my hands on my knees, look around the office and take in a deep breath before I stand up.

Lex: Anyway, I better get going.  I think I’ve taken up enough of your time and I told Tim I’d only be a few minutes.  Thanks again.

Spike: Anytime.

I turn to head out of the office, but he has one last thing to say to me apparently.

Spike: Oh and Lex?

I turn to face him.

Lex: Yeah?

Spike: Don’t go getting yourself pregnant or married, alright?  That would make me upset...

My jaw drops again and I just shake my head, lost for words, but I let out a laugh.

Lex: Seriously, Papa Staggs...Don’t worry about that.  In fact, I’m going to pretend that was never even part of this conversation because it’s just a little too awkward for me.

I continue shaking my head as I turn and walk out of his office.  And he yells out at me.

Spike: I mean it!  I’M TOO YOUNG TO BE A GRANDFATHER!

I burst out laughing and hold my head as I walk up to Tim, praying he didn’t hear his father yelling towards me.  Judging by the confused look on his face, it could go either way.

Tim: So how’d it go?

Oh, good.  He didn’t hear that.  I let out another laugh and shake my head.

Lex: It went...fine.  Just fine.  He actually thinks it’s a great idea, and isn’t made of offended.  Your Dad is pretty cool, you know that?

Aside from his crazy and horrifying thought that his son got me pregnant.  Yeah, that I need to try and forget asap.

Tim: Then what is with that weird look on your face?  What did he say?

I shake my head quickly.

Lex: I’ll tell you later.  Right now, I want to just relax for the next couple of days before I really have to start thinking about High Stakes and this match against Mikah and Sam.  You want to get out of here and go grab a bite to eat?

Tim: Whatever you want to do, babe.  We could even see if C is back yet.  It’s been awhile since the three of us have--

I shake my head.

Lex: I’m not exactly ready to face her just yet since realizing….Well, ya know.  I need to find a way to tell her without it being weird, anyway.

Tim laughs.

Tim: You need to quit making that such a big deal.  You might be bi, but it’s not like you want to be with Celeste or anything, so there shouldn’t be anything weird about it.  You liked that kiss.  Big deal.

Lex: I know, I know.  Look, I don’t want to think about any of that right now.  Let’s just go get something to eat, and you can help me figure out what to say to Austin Parker when I ask him to be my manager.

I take Tim’s hand in mine, quickly leading him away and towards the door.

Tim: Austin Parker, huh?  Great choice...I think.

We both laugh as we head out of Staggs Dungeon and think of where we want to go for some food.  Things are really starting to look up now.  And High Stakes can’t get here soon enough.

---

I need to be honest here.  This year has been one shitty year.  I started out the year as Bombshell Internet Champion, the highlight of my career thus far, but just a two months into the year, I lost the title to Mercedes Vargas.  It was after that that I started going on a downward spiral.  I could have cashed in my rematch clause and taken the title back right after Mercedes beat me for it, but a part of me didn’t want to.  Hell, I don’t think I knew what I wanted I really wanted at that point.

And then in May everything came crashing down.  After Tim was checked into rehab, I crashed even further.  Cutting myself was no longer helping me, but that’s probably sort of a good thing.  It was at that point that I started drinking more to escape the pain I was in.  Or try to mask it.  But it wasn’t really helping, and my anger was starting to get worse and worse until it finally came to a breaking point and I beat the hell out of my own twin sister.  The more I think about it, I think beating Riley the way I did was my way of beating myself.  Kicking my own ass, because we’re identical.  How could I not see myself when I was practically trying to kill her.  

I was punishing myself, but it almost cost me everything.  I could have been thrown in jail for a long time, but thanks to Riley’s compassion and understanding, she didn’t press charges.  But it was a huge eye opener for me.  At that point I knew what I had to do.  I had to deal with my problems in a healthier way, so I checked myself into a rehab facility, not knowing what my future held for me.  

Since being back, things haven’t exactly gone the way I expected them too.  I thought I was ready, but I don’t think I was.  I think I was blinded by my anger at Evie Baang...among other things...and I let it consume me again.  And look what happened.  I lost.  Twice.  Evie and I ripped each other to shreds...literally...and then I challenged her to a rematch, only to lose that one, too.  It might be only a two match losing streak, but two is enough for me.  It all has to change now.  I’m ready to move on from the mess and chaos that came with my feud with Evie Baang, and I have a much much bigger goal in sight.  

The World Bombshell Championship.

But before I can even think of that, I have two very big hurdles standing in my way.  Two hurdles in the form of two former World Bombshell Champions themselves.  One of them who holds the title of the longest reign.  If ever there was a match that was important to me, it’s this one.  It’s Alexis Edwards, former Nobody and Bombshell Internet Champion, versus longest reigning World Bombshell Champion, Mikah, and former two-time World Bombshell Champion, Samantha Marlowe.  

It’s been over a year since I last faced Samantha Marlowe.  August twenty-third of last year.  Summer XXXTreme III.  My first supercard match.  I defeated Sam in that match, but if I’m being honest here, things could very well be different going into this match at High Stakes VI.  I’m actually expecting them to be different, because she’s improved a hell of alot since then.

Sam and I have both had training from Spike and Vixen Staggs.  So, I should know what to expect from her, but I really don’t.  I mean, she’s a two-time former World Bombshell Champion.  She ended Mikah’s reign the same night that Mercedes Vargas ended my reign as Bombshell Internet Champion at My Bloody Valentine.  Mikah had the title for nine months.  NINE MONTHS!  Someone could have had a damn baby in that amount of time, so I know Sam Marlowe should not be taken lightly at all.

And I don’t plan on taking her lightly.

As much as I respect Sam, I have to use her to send a message.  To Mark Ward.  To Christian Underwood.  And too every single one of the fans watching in attendance and on scwrestling.net.  As great as Sam Marlowe is…

I intend to be greater.  I’m determined to be greater.  

I admit, I was nervous as hell when I first found out about this match.  Discouraged, if you will.  I thought I’d faced the toughest competition yet when I faced Evie Baang twice, but after a couple of much needed pep talks, I knew that going up against Mikah and Sam was a test.  My first test.  A test I intend to win.

I know Sam has been in a bit of her own funk since losing the World Bombshell Championship, but she shouldn’t be.  Sam is a great competitor, which is why this match is so important.  I don’t know how she’s preparing for this match.  I don’t know if she’s worried about facing me, but I know either way...she’ll bring all she has going into this match.  Because there’s one other factor...One other person.

Mikah.  The new Mrs. Drake Green.  And that thought right there is nerve wracking in its own right.

I’ve never faced Mikah before.  Truth be told, I’ve been terrified to face her, even when we were on friendly terms when she was the champion.  I played it up that I didn’t want to go after the title she held...that she deserved it more, but I know people didn’t believe me.  For good reason.

I was, and still am, afraid to face her.  I don’t know if I can beat her.  Even now knowing that she’s been out of action for the last month and a half.  That doesn’t matter to me, because it doesn’t erase the fact that Mikah has been one fierce competitor in SCW, and I can’t just shrug off everything she has accomplished.  She’s been sort of wandering around this year since losing the World Bombshell Championship, showing little interest in getting the title back.  It’s a little confusing, but I know it could all change in a single second.

I’ve noticed a change in Mikah recently.  She’s not the bitchy mean girl knock off that people used to make her out to be, but I can relate to that.  I’ve changed alot, too.  I think alot of that, for Mikah, has to do with marrying Drake Green.  THAT I was not expecting, but then again, who was?  And, oddly enough, it seems to be working.  So more power to them.

I don’t know what side of Mikah we’re going to see in this match.  I don’t know what it is she wants out of her wrestling career anymore, but I think I could use that to my advantage.  As tough and unpredictable as this match may be, I think I’m the only one going into this match with a clear head and clear goals in my mind.  And as much as both Mikah and Sam will bring to the ring?  I’ll bring that much more.

Out of the three of us, I think I have the most to lose in this match.  Mikah and Sam...they’ve already proven themselves.  Some people probably think I have, too, but I’ve barely touched the surface.  Mikah and Sam will be my biggest test to date, and I’m more determined than ever.  I need to prove that I’ve changed.  That I’m better than I was earlier this year.

I’m throwing away my Nobody hoodie, and the status that came with it, and moving on to actually becoming SOMEBODY.  I need to prove myself worthy of going after the World Bombshell Championship, and whoever may be holding it after High Stakes VI.  Whether it be Crystal Millar or Jessie Salco.  I know I have what it takes to hold that title, and I’m going to prove it.  It starts with Mikah and Sam Marlowe next week.

And then, I’ll work my way through anybody and everybody they put against me to get my shot.  Mark my words, people.  Alexis Edwards will be World Bombshell Champion next year.  

And it all starts Sunday November twentieth.  The stakes….have never been higher.        

 The time is almost here.  The day is almost upon us where I FINALLY get Evie Baang one-on-one in the six-sided ring and get to kick her ass with no repercussions.  No one holding either of us back.  And the best part about it all?  

There will be blood shed.

Violent Conduct.  What a perfectly named supercard, and if you ask me, regardless of the other match stipulations or anyone else involved- Evie and I will make sure that Violent Conduct lives up to its name!  She’s been chomping at the bit to kick my ass and prove me to be a fake or whatever, and I’ve just been itching to wipe the canvas with buckets of her blood because she’s that much of a bitch.

Just a couple weeks ago, an idea hit me.  I knew that we’d be walking into Violent Conduct and our match, and as of that moment, we had no special stipulation for the match.  I knew I couldn’t let that happen.  I knew IF that happened, Tommy Knocks would have a complete hissy fit on The Hotwire, so I put my brain to work.  I quickly started researching what type of match I wanted it to be...a match I thought would be most appropriate.  And I had one picked out.

But Evie just wouldn’t let that happen, would she?  No, Miss Baang just HAD to have her way, so I didn’t even get the chance to recommend what I had chosen!  And you know what happened because of it?  Christian Underwood waltzed out to the ring and announced that neither of us would be picking a stipulation at all!  And neither would he or Mark Ward.

The fans would be!  TWITTER would be!

So, alright...I didn’t like the thought at first.  I thought the fans would pick something so stupid and ridiculous just for shits and giggles.  I mean, they enjoy that sort of thing, right?  I wouldn’t put it past them.

But then I realized, they’re just voting...They’re not actually making the suggestion.  They’re just picking their favorite out of four choices they’ve been given.  I can live with that.  Hell, it might actually turn out BETTER than what I originally wanted.  And the bloodier the better, because Evie Baang has a world of hurt coming her way.

Evie and I...we have a lot in common.  Whether she wants to admit it or not.  It’s why I thought she was pretty cool to hang around at first.  But then things changed.  *I* changed.  And poor ‘ol Evie Baang just stayed the same.  That’s alright, though.  That just means at Violent Conduct, I’ll finally prove that I changed for the better and that as long as Evie stays just the way she is...she won’t mean shit.

She might have been trained by Gabriel and Odette Stevens, but Sunday at Violent Conduct, I’m going to make sure Evie walks out of there as a big disappointment to Gabriel and Odette.  She’s not going to get the best of me.  She’s not going to beat me.  She might make me bleed, but I’m not afraid of a little blood.

And I’m not afraid of Evie Baang.

Exploding Barbed Wire Match.  Street Fight.  Tapei Death Match.  Hardkore XXXTreme Match.  

It doesn’t really matter.  The end result will be the same.  Evie Baang and I will be walking down the ramp and to the six-sided ring.  The bell will ring and all bets will be off.  Nothing will be holding us back.  And when all is said and done?

Only one of us will be walking out.

And it won’t be Evie Baang.

That is a fucking promise!

 Tuesday May 17th
Las Vegas, Nevada

The last forty-eight hours have been anything but good for Alexis Edwards.  After losing her match against Roxi Johnson and Natalie McKinley, Alexis found herself craving a drink.  A drink of the alcoholic kind, and when she chose to give into said craving, everything blew up in her face.  Pussy Willow had walked into the Bombshell Locker room just as she was taking a drink and ultimately went and ratted her out to Christian Underwood.  The consequences?  Christian kicked her off of the rest of the Japanese tour and perhaps out of Sin City Wrestling all together.

So here she was...just twenty-four hours later.  Back in Las Vegas.  But as this trip back home wasn’t planned, and she doesn’t know what her future holds for her, she is hardly in a good mood.  And all she knows is that there is a bottle of booze that she can drown her sorrows in back in her apartment.

Ahh...her apartment.  The dark, dingy, dilapidated piece of shit she was paying for each month, yet barely spending any time there.  Well, at least she would finally get some use out of it while she waited for the rest of SCW to return to Las Vegas.  

As she makes it to her apartment building just as the sun has gone down, she glances up to the second floor where her apartment is and notices the light on inside.  She narrows her eyes curiously as she hands the cab driver some cash and then exits the vehicle, draping the strap of her duffel bag over her shoulder.  As the cab driver pulls away, she stands outside for a few moments, staring at her apartment window and the light on inside and becomes aware of someone moving around inside.

Great.  Just what she needed.  She didn’t have anything worth stealing, but apparently someone thought they could break into her place.

After a few moments she takes in a deep breath and heads inside, making her way up to the second floor.  Once she is just outside her apartment, she stands close to the door for a few moments, and listens.  She hears music.  Shitty pop music that she’d never be caught dead listening to and she growl.  She doesn’t waste another minute as she grabs the doorknob and quickly opens the door.  When she steps inside, her jaw drops and not only what she sees, but who she sees.  She’s left speechless as her sister, Riley, turns around from in the kitchen to face her.

Riley: You’re home!

Riley tosses a towel down on the counter as she was just finishing doing a bit of cleaning.  Alexis drops her bag on the floor, and stands frozen in the doorway, unable to speak.  Riley takes a few cautious steps towards her, both remembering the last time they had seen one another.

Riley: Okay, so I know what I said last month was awful, but I just want you to know that I’m sorry.  Really, truly, sorry.  You’re still my sister and I love you no matter what.

Alexis still stands there frozen in place.  She has her hands balled up into fists at her sides, but she’s not moving a single inch as she glares at Riley.  Riley takes another step towards her, expecting some sort of reaction out of her, but again, nothing.

Riley: So don’t ask me how, but I found out what happened and I wanted to be here when you got home. I...I still want to help you.  And whether you think so or not, you need my help.

Alexis closes her eyes and takes in a slow, deep breath.

Lex: I...don’t…need...anything...from...you.

She quickly opens her eyes and snarls at her sister.

Lex: Except for you to just DISAPPEAR!

Riley: Alexis, I’m not going--AHHH!

Before Riley can get another word out, Alexis lunges at her, tackling her to the floor!  She begins pummeling fist after fist to Riley’s face and Riley is completely defenseless!  Riley tries to plead with Alexis, but she can’t even get a word out edgewise and all she can do is just shout for help.  That is, until Alexis wraps her hands around Riley’s neck and starts choking her!

Lex: I should have been an only child!  My life sucks because of you!  I want you out of my life!!!

Riley starts to go blue in the face as Alexis shouts at her and just before Riley passes out from the lack of oxygen, two of her male neighbors rush inside to answer Riley’s calls for help.  Alexis is practically out of her mind as one of the men holds her down on the floor and the other checks on an unconscious Riley as he calls 9-1-1 for help.  As Alexis stares at her sister, unconscious and bloody on the floor, she snaps out of her temporary moment of insanity and her face turns to sheer horror.

Lex: Oh my...God!  Ri...Riley!  What...what have I done?!

Guy: Don’t move an inch, lady.  The cops are on the way.

Alexis quickly scoots herself back and away from the guy, bringing her hands up to her head.  She runs her hands through her hair and pulls her knees up to her chest as she begins rocking back and forth horrified at what she’d done.  Riley starts moving her arms, thankfully, showing signs of life and a few minutes later the sirens are heard outside as police and EMT’s arrive outside the building.

Twenty-two hours later..

And things just continue to go from bad to worse for Alexis.  After brutally attacking her twin sister, for the second time in less than two months Alexis found herself being handcuffed and taken into custody.  This time, she was charged with assault, and depending on Riley’s condition, more charges could be forthcoming.

She looks completely lost as she sits in the jail cell, after being processed and booked.  Her arraignment isn’t scheduled until tomorrow morning, so she’s been left all alone to think to herself.  And the time is absolutely eating away at her.  As aggravating and angering as Riley was to her, she had never…NEVER...saw herself capable of actually assaulting her the way that she had, and the pain and remorse she was feeling at this very moment probably didn’t even compare to the pain Riley was going through at the hospital.  

Just as she is going to roll over on the cot and try and fall asleep, she hears footsteps heading towards her jail cell.  She sits up and is shocked when one of the police officers unlocks the cell and opens the door.

Lex: What’s going on?  I thought my arraignment isn’t until tomorrow morning?

Officer: Not anymore.  You’re free to go.

She stands up and slowly walks towards the officer, though she’s more confused than anything.

Lex: Wait...what?  Did...did someone bail me out or something?

The officer shakes his head.

Officer: No, the charges have been dropped.  Like I said you’re free to go.

Lex: They...dropped the charges?  Does that mean Riley is okay?

The officer lets out a sigh and shakes his head.

Officer: Why do you ask so many questions?  All I know is that your sister is recovering at the hospital right now and she’s refusing to press charges so we have to release you.  Now get out of here would ya?

Alexis doesn’t bother to argue further or ask anymore questions.  She just quickly heads out of the jail cell and goes to grab her belongings so she can leave.  After hearing that Riley was refusing to press charges, there was only one place she could think of to go right now...to the hospital.  And about an hour later, that is exactly where she finds herself.

She was pretty sure that visiting hours were nearly over, so she had to be fast.  She heads into the hospital’s main entrance and up to the front desk to find out which room her sister was in.  The receptionist/security guard looks up at her.

Lex: Hi.  I’m here to see Riley Edwards, but I’m not sure what room she’s in.

Reception: Are you aware that visiting hours are over in fifteen minutes?

Alexis nods.

Lex: I figured, but she’s my sister and I need to see her, please.  I’ll make it quick, I just need to see her tonight.

He nods and types in Riley’s name in the computer.  A few seconds later, he grabs a visitor’s badge and writes Riley’s room number on the badge.

Reception: There you go.  Room 457.  Fourth floor.  Make sure to return your badge on your way out.

Alexis takes the badge, smiles and nods as she turns and heads to the elevators.  During the short ride up to the fourth floor, she’s going over in her mind what she plans to say to Riley, if anything, that could possibly make the situation better.  She has to decide quick as before she knows it, the elevator dings and the doors open.  She follows the signs towards her sister’s room and once she is outside the door, she stops and takes in a few deep breaths.  Once she builds up the courage, she gently knocks on the door.

Riley: You can come in.

Though Riley’s voice is muffled from inside the room, Alexis can tell it’s also pain filled, so she walks in slowly, and she’s not completely ready for the sight she sees when she reveals herself to her sister.  Riley is sitting up in bed, and when Alexis sees just what she had done to her, she wants to break down in tears right then in there, and Riley looks surprised, but not angry, to see Alexis.

Riley: Alexis?  I...didn’t think you’d come here.

Alexis is speechless as she stares at Riley.  An IV sticks out of her right hand, and her face is still swollen from the beating.  Both eyes are black and her neck is bruised as well.  Alexis closes her eyes, not able to look at what she’d done a second longer.

Riley: I...I’m not mad, Alexis.

Alexis re-opens her eyes and looks at Riley.

Lex: You should be, Riley.  You should hate my fucking guts right now.  I almost killed you!

To Alexis’ further surprise, Riley just smiles and shakes her head.

Riley: But you didn’t, and that is all that matters.  I guess I kinda take after you a bit if I can get through a beating like that, huh?

RIley laughs a little, but it’s brief as it sends a pain through her body.  Alexis lets out another remorseful sigh as she steps closer to Riley.

Lex: Why’d you do it, Riley?

Riley: What?

Lex: Why’d you refuse to press charges?  I should be rotting in a jail cell for what I did to you.

Riley shakes her head and she presses the mute button on the remote for her TV so she can give Alexis her full attention.

Riley: That wasn’t you, Alexis, and you know it.  I don’t know what really happened, but you sort of...I don’t know...checked out when you attacked me.  I can’t see you punished when you need a completely different kind of help.  And jail isn’t the answer.

Lex: I really wish I knew what I needed, Riley, because I honestly have no fucking clue right now.  Maybe jail is the answer.

Riley shakes her head again.

Riley: No, it’s not.  You need something that you never got when we were growing up.

Lex: A good beating?

Alexis manages to let out a laugh, but Riley shakes her head.

Riley: No, of course not.  It’s called love...and compassion.  Some people would have given up on you a long time ago, Alexis, but that’s not me.  What kind of sister would I be if I gave up on you like that?

Alexis lets every word sink in and before she knows it, the tears are rolling down her face and she’s blubbering like a baby.  She slowly walks over to one of the chairs and sits down, burying her face in her hands as she continues to cry, and somehow, Riley can can sense things are about to change...for the better.  She lets Alexis cry it out and after several deep breaths, Alexis looks up to Riley.

Lex: I...I can’t live like this anymore, Riley.  I’m so sorry it took me almost killing you to figure it out.

Riley: Everything will be fine, Alexis.  I’m here---where are you going?

Riley looks confused as Alexis stands up, wipes away the tears from her eyes and prepares to leave, but she looks back to Riley.

Lex: Where I should have gone a long time ago, Riley.  Somewhere where I can get help and sort out my shit.  For what it’s worth, I’m truly sorry, Riley.

Riley: Alexis, at least let me help you.

Alexis shakes her head.

Lex: I need to do this on my own, Riley.  I’ll be in touch soon.  Just...don’t worry about me.

Riley tries to speak up again, but Alexis just turns and walks out of the room, still wiping away more tears that escape her eyes.  Riley stares towards the door and before she knows it, she, too, is teary-eyed, but she lays her head back on the pillow to get some rest.

 OOC: Apologies for not delivering much this week.  It's been a rough couple of days for me and I just couldn't do everything I wanted with this RP.  Sorry to Roxi and Natalie for disappointing against you guys.

---

Sunday May 8th
After Climax Control

I did what I came here to do.  I walked out to the ring in front of the Japanese crowd in Okayama.  I’m not sure it made one bit of difference, because the majority of the people in the crowd don’t speak English, let alone understand it.  So why the fuck should they care about a word I’m saying?  Oh well, i’s not them that I was focused on.

It’s everyone walking around and watching backstage...the ones who I KNOW understand everything I said.  Whether or not they actually watched and listened is another story, but I said what I had to say.  I got most everything off my chest, so it’s all up to everyone else to just fucking listen and stop with the damn rumors.  But, I really don’t expect that to happen anyway so it’s whatever, really.  

Anyway, the show just ended.  I actually stuck around to watch Connor’s match because without Tim and Celeste around, Connor and I...well we kinda need to stick together.  I feel shitty that I’m just now realizing that because the past few weeks I’ve turned into a loner for the most part.  Stumbling my way around Japan, getting lost here and there.  Living in my own misery, really.  I couldn’t abandon Connor tonight.  Not when he had another shot at the World Heavyweight Title, and this time in a one-on-one that he deserved.

That match was great.  Connor put up a hell of a fight and he showed everyone that he deserves that title.  It sucked watching J2H walk out still the champ, but that doesn’t even matter.  Connor put up a hell of a fight and I know I’m damn proud of him.

I just hope his shoulder is ok.  He looked like he was in a lot of pain at the end of that match so I need to go check on him.

I’ve got my duffel bag and the rest of my belongings with me as I head down the hall towards the medical locker room.  I stop in front of the door and I can hear Connor yelling inside and I gently knock on the door, waiting for permission to enter.

“Come on in!”

I’m almost nervous to walk inside.  One, because I don’t really want to see Connor in rough shape and two, because he’s one pissed off Irishman right now and I’m not really ready to see that temper of his.  Either way, I slowly push the door open and peek my head inside.  Connor is sitting on an exam table, shirtless, as one of the trainer’s works on wrapping an ice pack around his shoulder.  He doesn’t seem to happy, even though the trainer works as gently as he can.

Lex: Hey Con...How ya feelin’?

Stupid question, I know.  And judging by the angry glare he sends my way, I know that is exactly what he’s thinking, too.

Connor: How does it look like I’m doin’, Lex?!

I let out a sigh as I step inside the room, standing just by the door as I fold my arms across my chest.

Lex: Damn, sorry for asking.  I was hoping it was maybe one of the “I look better than I feel” moments.  Guess I was wrong.

He shakes his head and gives me an apologetic look.

Connor: Sorry, Lex.  Didn’t mean to come across as an arsehole.  I could just really go for a smoke right now.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my packet of cigarettes and my lighter, holding them out to him.

Lex: Here, have one of mine.

Connor gladly reaches for one of the cigarettes with his good arm, but just as he places the cigarette between his lips and I go to light it for him, one of the trainer’s turns around and shakes their head.

Trainer: Sorry, Connor, but you can’t smoke in here.

Connor: Fine.  Lex, help me outside and we can--

Trainer: I don’t think so, Connor.  You need to stay put for now until we can examine that shoulder further.

Connor: Ahh c’mon!  Just a quick smoke!

I can’t help but let out a laugh as the trainer again shakes his head at Connor and he pouts his lip out disappointedly.  He huffs and rolls his eyes and I return my cigarettes back to my pocket.

Lex: Well, it looks like I’m in the way here.  I need to get going.  I just wanted to check and see how you were doing.

Connor: I’m fine.  I’ll be fine.  Stick around for a bit and maybe we can go grab a few drinks once they let me go.

I shake my head.

Lex: No can do, Con.  I need to get to the airport.  I’m catching a flight back to Vegas tonight.

Connor: Vegas?  What the hell for?!  We’re in the middle of a bloody tour, Lex!

I shrug, and I can feel the saddened and disappointed look fall over my face.

Lex: Yeah and it’s a tour that I’m wasting my fucking time on, Con!  I haven’t been booked the last two weeks and I just saw next week’s card and I’m not even on that show either!  What’s the point of travelling around Japan if I’m not in a damn match?

Connor: Lex, ye need to do what I’ve been doin’.  Just go out there and throw out challenges.  Don’t wait for them to book ye, because they’ll continue to disrespect ya and waste your talent!  Challenge Sammy Marlowe for that belt of hers or somethin’.

I let out a laugh and shake my head.

Lex: Like that would go over well?  Please...Crystal would never let that happen and besides...I don’t want that title.  Never have and I never will.

Connor shakes his head.

Connor: Why not?  I know ye’d make a great Bombshell Champ, Lex.  Ye’d be better than any of the other Bombshells on the roster.  Ye just don’t believe in yerself enough apparently.

Lex: Believing in myself doesn’t even mean shit, Connor.  I know I can be a damn champion, but people continue to talk shit, and they always will.  Hell, the Nobodies are pretty much done now, but I’ll always be a nobody in the eyes of everyone else.  I’ll always be overlooked so...I can’t escape it.

Connor: That’s shite and you know it.  The Nobodies aren’t done.

I roll my eyes and let out a laugh.

Lex: Yes, they are Connor.  Please don’t turn into the Nobodies version of Veronica Taylor and the Mean Girls.  That girl can’t accept the Mean Girls are done and over and she’s so stuck in the past and trying to keep the thought of the Mean Girls alive, she doesn’t realize how pathetic she looks.  I’ll be damned if I’m going to do that with the Nobodies image.  I’m accepting the fact that the Nobodies are done.  And you should do.

Connor: And what about when Tim comes back?  The Nobodies can come back stronger than ever, Lex..

I shake my head and glance at him just as a pained grimace crosses his face as he unintentionally moves his bad shoulder for a brief moment.  He closes his eyes and relaxes a bit.

Lex: IF he comes back, Con.  We don’t know a whole lot of anything right now.  Well...at least I don’t.

Connor: Because ye haven’t gone to see Tim yet.  Ye know, maybe going back to Vegas for the week is a good thing.  It’ll give ye a chance to catch up with Celeste and then go see Tim

Lex: I was already planning on meeting up with C, but I don’t know about Tim.  Everything going on right now is my fucking fault, and I just don’t think I can face him right now.

He shakes his head again as I look away.  This whole mess with Tim is just killing me right now.

Connor: Damn it, Lex, would ye quit blaming yerself.  We’ve all got problems and they’re no one’s fault but our own, got it?  Just get yer arse back to Vegas and go see him.

I shake my head and try to argue with him, but he holds up his good arm and points at me.

Connor: No arguments, Lex.  Get the hell outta here.  I’ll be fine.  Tim needs ye more right now.

Lex: You keep me updated on what they say about your shoulder?

Connor: Will do.

We both exchange nods and go the odd route of exchange a friendly “fist bump”.  I turn around a few moments later and head out of the locker room, ready to make my way to the airport.

---

Early Monday Morning
Las Vegas, Nevada
McCarron International Airport

Jet lag is seriously a bitch.  Why is it that just went I was getting used to the time difference in Japan, I’m given a reason to travel BACK home to the United States?  And the tour isn’t even finished!  With my luck, though, I won’t be booked the rest of the tour so I can just stay back in Vegas.  The way it’s looking, that’s exactly what is going to happen.

After getting little to no sleep on the near sixteen hour flight from Japan to Las Vegas, my plane finally landed just a little while ago.  I’m so fucking exhausted and need sleep, but that’s easier said than done when you have some creepy, smelly Japanese dude seated next to you.  Not to mention, when he fell asleep, not only did he snore loud as hell, but he drooled enough to fill a five gallon bucket!  Fucking gross!

Needless to say, I need a fucking shower and at LEAST twenty-four hours of uninterrupted sleep.  But, that’s all about to get shot to hell, as I turn my phone back on once I’m walking through the airport after getting my luggage.

As soon as my phone kicks on, I get several text notifications, but an email notification is what catches my attention first.  It’s from Christian Underwood.  Oh, great...What the fuck is this about?  I’m half tempted to ignore it, but my gut feeling says I better not, so I open the email to see what he’s sent me.

I stop dead in my tracks and stare down at my phone, wide-eyed as I read the message.

From Christian Underwood:

Alexis,

There has been a slight card change to next week’s show.  You have been added to the Roxi Johnson versus Natalie McKinley match, making it a triple threat.  Good luck, and I hope this email finds you well!  We will see you next week in Kobe.

Kind Regards,

Christian Underwood

Lex: You’ve got to be shitting me?!

I raise my voice loudly and several other travellers stop and stare at me, but I could really care less about everyone else right now.  I just travelled all the way back to Las Vegas because I wasn’t booked in a match again, and they went and changed the fucking card!

Lex: Card subject to change, but the one fucking time it does, I waste my time leaving Japan when I should have stayed!  Motherfuckers!

I close my eyes and let out a frustrated sigh and as I go to put my phone back in my pocket, it starts ringing.

Lex: Fuuuck!

I don’t even look at the screen as I furiously tap the accept button, answering the call.

Lex: Yeah?!

I hear Celeste chuckling on the other end.

Celeste: Well hello to you too, sissy.  I see you’re still PMSing.  How many months does that make it?

I let out a sigh and shake my head.

Lex: I’m not in the mood right now, C.  I’m tired as hell, jet-lagged, and on top of that, I just got an email from Christian Underwood saying they went and added me to the damn show next week!

Celeste: Yeah, I’m sure you’ll tell me all about it in a little while.  Don’t make a fool by complaining in the airport.

Lex: Umm, about that.  Look, maybe we should wait to meet up, C.  Like I said, I’m tired as hell and I just need to get back to my place and crash for the next twenty-four hours…

I hear a low grumbling on the other end.

Celeste: Nuh uh, Lex.  You’re not backing out on me here.  Put your big girl panties on and get your ass over here.  We have shit to talk about anyway.

I let out another sigh as I adjust the strap of my duffel bag over my shoulder and start walking again.  I think everyone in the airport has gone back to focusing on their own business and they’ve forgotten about me and my outburst.

Lex: Ugh...fine.  But you’re buying me breakfast because I’m fucking starving.

Celeste: You realize after this you owe me like...a really expensive dinner and a movie or something, right?

Lex: Dude, that just makes it sound like a date or something.  Look, I’ll buy next time.  I’m not going to bicker with you about it.  I’ll see you in a little bit, alright?

Celeste: If you don’t show up, you know I’ll hunt you down at your apartment so your ass better be here soon.

Even though she can’t see it, I roll my eyes and let out an annoyed laugh.  I don’t say anything else as I end the call and return it to its place in my pocket.  I head out of the airport, grab a taxi and tell the driver where I need to go.  When I slide into the backseat, the driver pulls away a few minutes later.

About thirty minutes later…

So the drive took a little while longer than expected, but that’s because I had the driver make a quick detour to my apartment so I could drop off my duffel bag.  I mean, come on...Why would I show up to a restaurant with my damn luggage?  If Celeste decides to bitch me out for being fifteen minutes later than expected, that’s her problem.

But I guess I’m about to find out because the taxi driver finally drops me off outside the cafe.  I spot Celeste sitting by the window not far from the entrance.  I quickly pay the taxi driver and head inside, sliding into the booth to face Celeste.  She already has a cup of coffee waiting for me and I quickly take a drink.  That shit tastes horrible on its own and after I test the strength of the coffee, I take my flask out of my pocket, untwist the cap and pour a little bit of booze into the coffee.  Celeste just stares at me and shakes her head.

Celeste: Little early for that, don’t you think?

I shake my head.

Lex: Relax, it’s just a little and it’s more for the taste anyway.

Celeste: That’s what they have cream and sugar for, ya know?

I slowly raise my eyes and glare at her as I take another drink of my now spiked coffee.

Lex: Is this going to turn into some sort of lecture or something, C?  It’s not like I’m putting enough in their to get buzzed or anything.  Cream and sugar doesn’t change the flavor enough for me, so just relax, ok?  Damn.

Celeste: If you say so.  Excuse me for being worried about you is all.

I laugh and shake my head as I set my cup of coffee down on the table and lean back on my side of the booth.  I fold my arms as I glare at her.

Lex: Worried?  About me?  Why the hell would you be worried about me?  Tim is the one with a bunch of shit going on right now so it’s him you should worry about.  Not me.

Celeste: Lex, do you honestly think I’m stupid enough to fall for that?  This might be the first time I’ve seen you since Blaze of Glory, but come on. You look like shit.  Not to mention, I know about your new little problem.  So, yeah, I have to worry about you because you’re in as much shit as Tim right now.

I roll my eyes and take another drink of my coffee.  I don’t know what new problem Celeste is even talking about right now.

Lex: What new problem?  If you’re falling for that bullshit that Tommy Knocks is spreading around on The Hotwire, just stop right now.  I don’t have a drinking problem.

Celeste: First off, I don’t have time to listen to that bullshit that Tommy Knocks puts out, so that’s not where I’m getting this.  I know the tell tale signs of a drinking problem, and you, girl, have all of them.  But...I’m not going to argue with you about it right now.  It’s not what we have to talk about.

I avert my eyes, letting them drift over to the menu just next to me.  I pick up the menu and start browsing through it, deciding what I want to eat and my stomach lets out a loud growl.  I take in a deep breath as I try to decide what I want.

Lex: Can it wait until after we eat?  I’m fucking starv--

Celeste: No, it can’t wait!  You’re fucking boyfriend, one of my closest friends, has been in rehab the past few weeks and you can’t even admit it, Lex!  Not to mention, you haven’t even been to see him!

I refuse to look at her as my eyes continue to scan the menu quickly.  The longer I ignore her, the more frustrated she gets until she smacks the menu down and out of my hands and I have no choice but to glare up at her.  She just stares at me for a few moments, not saying a word until I throw my hands up, defeated.

Lex: Alright!  Fine!  Time is in rehab!  I fucking said it!

Celeste: You’re going to see him, Lex.  Today.

I shake my head quickly.

Lex: No, C.  I can’t.  All this shit is my fault, and after I get some sleep, I have to head right back to Japan anyway.  You’re here for Tim, and that’s good enough for me.

Celeste: You seriously blame yourself for this?  You didn’t give Tim the damn drugs, Lex.  And you can wait until the end of the week to head back to Japan.  Or better yet, just skip the whole show completely.  I know you haven’t been happy for a while, Lex.  You didn’t have to go on this tour after Blaze of Glory, and I’m surprised you even did.  Especially with everything going on with Tim.

Lex: I’m not about to just let Connor go at it alone in SCW, C.  Not to mention, I’m not going to skip out on a match against Roxi Johnson and Natalie McKinley.  Especially, Roxi.  I beat Keira a few weeks ago, and I’m gonna enjoy whooping Roxi, too.

Celeste lets out a sigh and she slowly shakes her head.  I really wish the waitress would walk up to our booth so I can order some damn food already.  That bitch is knocking her tip down with every second.

Celeste: You need to calm down on this obsessive hate you have for Team Hero, specifically Keira.  She’s gonna be at ringside during this match and don’t think she’s gonna let you forget that you used brass knucks to beat her in that match, either.  Kudos for that, but, at least admit it.

I shake my head and laugh.

Lex: I don’t know why everyone keeps thinking I used brass knucks, because I didn’t.  Bitch is just salty that she lost to me like I knew she would.

Celeste: Ok, do you seriously not remember using brass knucks against Keira, or are you just trying to make yourself look better by not admitting you cheated to beat her?  You cheated...who the hell cares.  Keira had it coming but, damn...Something is going on with you, Lex.

Lex: Nothing is going on with me, C, except the fact that I’ve been up for like...twenty-four hours at least.  I’m tired as hell and I need some food.

She lets out a sigh and nods.

Celeste: Look, I’m just trying to help you, Lex.  I’ve got this feeling you’re gonna do something stupid on Sunday, and I’m trying to make sure that doesn’t happen.  Maybe...maybe seeing Tim will actually help you.  Have you ever thought about that.

Lex: Where the fuck is our damn waitress?  I need some fucking food like ten minutes ago!

I’m vaguely aware of several people turning to stare at me as I shout across the restaurant.  Celeste shakes her head again.

Celeste: I told her to give us some time when you showed up because I needed to talk to you uninterrupted.  Lex, I’m serious.  You need to--

Lex: What I need, C, is for you to quit telling me what I need to do.  Seeing Tim right now is not going to make me feel any better because if I hadn’t put him through so much bullshit over the last few months, maybe he wouldn’t have started doing drugs in the first place.  So, yeah, I blame myself for all this shit and it’s not gonna make me feel better going to visit him in that place, alright?!

Celeste: I think you’re wrong.  On both counts, but hey, what do I know, right?  Just quit being so fucking stubborn and go see him before I have to drag your ass there myself!

I close my eyes, bury my face in my hands and let out a sigh.

Lex: I...I can’t do this...Tell Tim I’ll come see him as soon as this tour is over, but I just...can’t right now.  I...I gotta go.

I start to slide out of the booth and Celeste stares at me, shocked.  She tries to follow me, but I turn and glare towards her.

Lex: I’m sorry, C.  I really am, but I just can’t do this.  I need to get some sleep.  I need to clear my head and then get back to Japan and focus on this match.  If I go visit Tim right now...it won’t help either of us, okay?  So just...back off.  And don’t try and follow me.  I’ll talk to you later.

I take a couple of bills out of my pocket and toss it down on the table as my way of paying for my coffee.  I dart out of the restaurant and hail another taxi, wanting nothing more than to get back to my apartment and just...sleep for the next week.

Too bad I have to head right back to Japan to face Roxi and Natalie on Sunday.

 OOC Note: Sorry to Roxi and Keira for the crappy RP this week.  This week has been a killer and I'm fried.  This turned out rushed and was not what I originally planned.  Also, apologies from Celeste also.  Wish we could have put up a better effort against you guys!

An Arresting Development: Part 2

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Ok, that wasn’t exactly the way I imagined the first time I’d be wearing handcuffs.  At least, not these days it wasn’t.

This is just fucking great.  I can’t even make it through the airport in Phoenix without being approached by my lame excused for a father and his lackey crooked cops arresting me.  Seriously, what the fuck kind of parent does that shit?  That only proved what I’ve been saying all along.

Daddy Dearest doesn’t give a fuck about me.  He never has, and he never will.

What an interesting turn of events, huh?  I mean, I literally just changed my mind about coming to Phoenix.  I actually told Celeste that I wanted us to beat the fuck out of Team Hero and end their shitty reign as Bombshell Tag Champs.  I wanted The Nobodies to get back to Normal, and they were.  They FINALLY were, but look what happens?  It all went up in fucking smoke.

How fucking embarrassing, too.  Seriously, I could feel every set of eyes in the airport watching me as they led me towards the car.  I thought I’d at least put up a fight, too, but I think I was too shocked to say or do shit.  That and if I put up a fight, I know Tim would have been fighting tooth and nail trying to help me.  Thank fuck Celeste was there, because I heard him arguing with that unfortunately named Officer Bacon.

Now...I have no idea what the hell is going to happen.  Blaze Of Glory is one week away, and I know when Roxi and Keira get wind of my current predicament, they’re going to have a field day with it.  I need to get out of this, and pronto.  There’s no way I’m going to let this ruin everything.

I’m not going down like this…

---

Riley

Lex: Hey!  Don’t I get a phone call?!  Hello?!?!  ASSHOLES!!

I’ve never been arrested before, but I think I know enough to know that I’m supposed to be allowed one phone call.  Yeah, supposed to be allowed one phone call, but my guess is that my stuck up piece of shit father is somehow keeping even that one privilege away from me.  And as I stand against the bars of the jail cell, yelling towards the guard that I know is just around the corner and can hear everything I’m saying, I get no response.  Seriously, fucking nothing at all!

Lex: My lawyer is gonna have a field day with this you pigs!  I know my father got to all of you donut munching assholes!!!

What the fuck am I saying?  I don’t have a lawyer...yet.  I’ll probably get stuck with a public defender.  But, Tim would be proud as shit right now if he could hear me going off on these cops.  Shit...Tim!  I slam the palms of my hands against the steel bars and turn around, walking back over to the extremely uncomfortable cot that is connected to the wall.

Lex: Fuck!  Tim must be freaking out right now and these assholes won’t even let me call him to tell him what the fuck is going on.

I lean my elbows on my knees, leaning forward and bury my head in my hands.  Damn it!  This is exactly why I didn’t want to come back to Phoenix!  I had a bad feeling the whole time, and even though I was hoping I’d be wrong, I wasn’t.  

I let out a frustrated sigh and bring my legs up to the mattress.  I lay back, putting my head against the pillow and I bring my hands behind my head.  There’s nothing else for me to do but stare up at the disgusting ceiling, and just quietly think to myself.  Quietly wonder…

Lex: How the fuck are you going to get out of this one, Lex?  Fucking shit!

I quickly roll over to my right side, now staring at the equally disgusting wall.  I shudder to think what gross germs and bodily fluids may be on this wall, but that thought is quickly driven from my mind as a familiar voice speaks from just outside my jail cell.

“I’m working to get you out of this, Alexis.”

Just...fucking...great.  I roll back onto my back and turn my head and look just past the steel bars.  Riley stands just inches away from the bars, regret and sadness written all over her face.  Her eyes are slightly swollen and puffy, and I can tell she’s been crying recently.

Lex: I don’t want your help, Riley.  Get the hell away from me.

Riley: Seriously, Alex?!  You’re going to play this game NOW?!  Look around you!

I don’t listen to her.  I know exactly what surrounds me, but right now, I don’t want to see her face.  Or hear her annoying fucking voice.  I look back up to the ceiling, trying to ignore her.

Riley: You might not want my help, Alex, but you really need it!  I’ve been pleading with Daddy all day!

I let out a laugh.

Lex: I guess it hasn’t worked yet, huh?  Because if it had, I wouldn’t be laying in this germ infested smelly jail cell!  Fuck, Riley, just don’t even bother, alright?  Dear old Daddy is going to let me rot in here.

She shakes her head and tears form in her eyes again.  She takes another step towards the jail cell, grabbing on to the steel bars, and I get the sense she’s going to start pleading with me.

Riley: Just because it hasn’t worked yet, doesn’t mean that it won’t.  I’m not going to give up, Alex.  I’m--

Lex: STOP FUCKING CALLING ME ALEX!

More water works.  I swear, I have the world’s most sensitive twin sister ever.  I jump off the mattress and walk over towards her, stopping just inches away from the bars.  This is as close as I hope to get.  No need to give Riley any hope for a happy change of heart.

Lex: I’m in here because of what I did, Riley!  I’m the one that stole all that money from the safe!  I did it!  There’s nothing you can do to get me out of it!  Not even playing the Daddy’s Little Girl card.

Lex: You’re his daughter, too!  What he’s doing is just wrong, Alexis!  What you did was wrong, too, but he could drop the charges and forget it!

I laugh and shake my head.  As I turn my back to Riley, I grab at my hair, pulling at it in frustration.

Lex: Things were finally starting to look up for me.  You know that, Riley?

I turn back around, and for the first time in years, I’m...tired.  Tired of the hate.  Tired of the animosity.  I’m about to level with my sister, calmly and rationally, but I don’t think it’ll do a lick of difference.

Riley: I’ve seen the last couple of Climax Controls.  Looks like you and Tim have...worked things out.

She smirks as she uses a term I wouldn’t technically use to describe what happened with me and Tim, but I nod my head regardless.

Lex: That’s one way you could describe it.  But, Riley, you don’t get it, and neither does Dad.  Yeah, stealing all that money was wrong, but do you think I give a shit?  For so long I fought to be treated the same as you, but none of it worked, did it?  We’re identical Riley.  IDENTICAL TWINS, and yet you were always treated as the favorite.  You still are!

She shakes her head, and is about to speak again, but I don’t give her that chance.

Lex: I can’t fight anymore, Riley.  I really can’t.  It’s just...too much.  There’s no way out of this for me, and Dad is making damn sure of that.  If he wasn’t, I’d be able to post bail…

Riley: They’re holding you without bail?

I nod.

Lex: Yep.  Don’t ask me why, but they’re not giving me shit.  I can’t even get a fucking phone call to call Tim.

Riley shakes her head and lets out a sigh.

Riley: I...I could call him for you.  I could call someone for you if you want?

Lex: It won’t do a bit of difference, Riley.  They’re not going to let him see me and he can’t do anything.  Besides, I don’t want him to see me in here, and I sure as hell don’t want him storming down here and getting himself into trouble.

Riley: I have to do something, Alexis.  They’re denying you your rights for crying out loud!

I laugh and shake my head and turn around, sitting back down on the mattress.

Lex: I suddenly don’t give a shit anymore, Riley.  Like I said...I’m done fighting because it’s literally going to get me nowhere anymore.  The life I was just fighting to build for myself?  It’s officially over, because let’s face it.  Even if I somehow manage to get out of this mess, SCW will probably fire me on the fucking spot.

Of course they will.  They don’t need a Nobody with a felony arrest record on their roster.  Doesn’t matter they have drug addicts, whores and homicidal maniacs employed there.  Me, though?  They’ve probably been searching for a reason to fire me.

Riley: You haven’t even been convicted of anything, Alexis.  You haven’t gone to trial!  Innocent until proven guilty…

I shake my head.

Lex: What’s the point?  Maybe I should just plead guilty.

Her eyes suddenly pop out of her head and her jaw drops.  She begins shaking her head furiously.

Riley: What?!  No!  You can’t!

Lex: Yes, I can, Riley!  They know it was me!  I’m probably going to get stuck with some shitty ass public defender that is in Dad’s pocket anyway so there is really no point in fighting this shit!  Just...give up, Riley!  I already have.

She continues shaking her head.

Riley: No.  I won’t give up!  This isn’t right!  I’m not going to let Dad ruin any chance of fixing this family!  I’m going to get you out of this if it’s the last thing that I do.

I quickly stand up and try to protest with her, but she runs off without another word.  I look towards the hallway just past my holding cell, and I shake my head.

Lex: Maybe my sister really isn’t that bad after all…

I let out a sigh before I slam my hands against the cell bars again.  I’m not going to lay down on that nasty mattress again, so I start pacing back and forth and then in circles around the cell.  I don’t even know how long I’ve been here as I start to quickly lose track of time.

---

This isn’t good.  This is...very bad.  I’m pretty sure I’ve been locked up in this jail cell for over twenty-four hours now and the only visitor I’ve had...so far...is Riley.  A lot of good that did, because I’m still stuck in this cell, desperate for a fucking shower and some real food, and she’s out there, probably still begging and pleading with our father to let me out of this situation.  But I really don’t see that happening.

Why now?  Seriously...why did this have to happen just one week away from the biggest supercard of the year for SCW?  I was so close to finally getting in the ring with Roxi and Keira…ESPECIALLY Keira, and this shit happens.  I know I’ve made some mistakes in my life and the biggest one is the reason I’m sitting in this jail cell right now, but...I did it all for a reason.

Nothing has ever come easy for me...at all.  People constantly give me shit for my attitude.  They say I’m too miserable, but...maybe they should have walked a mile in my shoes.  Lived one day of my life and then maybe they would understand where I’m coming from.

Who am I kidding?  Of course they wouldn’t.  Everyone expects me to be like Roxi Johnson!  All super-happy and positive all the time regardless of what bullshit card life has dealt me.  Well, excuuuuuse me, but that’s just not me.  Wanna know why?  Because every fucking time I start to show an ounce of happiness, or optimism about anything...something, or someone fucks it up!  

And now Roxi and Keira have probably heard about my situation and they’re enjoying every damn bit of this.  Well, I know Keira is at least, because Roxi is probably all fake sad and acting like she feels sorry for me.  Seriously...those two are polar fucking opposites and they’re somehow married to one another.

God damn it!  I just wanted my fucking chance to take those bitches down!

One...fucking...chance!

---

Mom

This is getting ridiculous.  Like...they’re totally denying me my civil rights as a fucking human being!  I’ve been sitting in this jail cell for over twenty four hours with little to no human contact.  Aside from the occasional police officer coming to check on me and bring me something to eat or drink, and Riley visiting me yesterday, I haven’t left this fucking jail cell at all.  I still haven’t been given my phone call.  I haven’t met with a lawyer or public defender.  Nothing!  I’m about to lose my fucking shit and get myself in bigger trouble.

Lex: You guys are total douchebags, ya know that?!  Pretty sure you denying me my rights is against the fucking law!  Come on assholes!!.

I hear two police officers mumbling something in the other room, followed by a laugh or two and it pisses me off more than I already am.  I start kicking the steel bars, trying to make any noise I can.

Lex: Here piggy, piggy, piggy!  In here piggy, piggy, piggy!  YOU CAN’T IGNORE ME FOREVER YOU JACKASSES!!.

Apparently they can, because they continue to do just that.  No big deal, I’ll keep making as much noise as I possibly can.  I continue shouting and yelling as loud as I can, but it still does no good.

Lex: COME ON!  THIS ISN’T RIGHT!

The more time that passes, the more pissed off I’m getting and it’s not a good sign for these crooked ass cops, or myself.  Because, if this shit goes on much longer, I’m probably gonna end up getting tossed right back in here for punching a damn cop in his face when they let me out!  I can feel my face flush red from the fury running through me, but I give up, for the moment, and head back over to the mattress.  I start humming complete nonsense to try and pass the time and then I pull my hood up over my head and close my eyes.  

Several minutes pass by before I hear the clicking of heels on the concrete floor.  I keep my eyes closed and shake my head, letting out a laugh, thinking it’s Riley showing up again.

Lex: Talking to Daddy Dearest didn’t work, did it Riley?  Might as well quit-

“Your father is being a stubborn asshole, but Riley and I are still working on getting you out of here.”

Oh great...Mommy Dearest.  I should have guessed she would be the next to show up.  I quickly sit up on the mattress and look towards her, lowering my hood once again.  The look on her face is a mix of concern and happiness to see me, but as she grips the steel bars, I can tell she hates seeing me in this situation.

Lex: I’d say I’m surprised that you can’t do more to get me out of this situation, but I’m really not.  Dad knows how to pull strings around here.  Unless you’re ready to start doing several sexual favors--

She quickly interrupts me, not impressed, but I let out a laugh.

Mother: Alexis, stop!  You’re father may possess a lot of power in this city, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be able to talk him into dropping these ridiculous charges.  And that certainly doesn’t mean I have to stoop to such disgusting measures to help you.

Lex: I’ve been in here for two fucking days, Mom!  They won’t let me see a lawyer.  They won’t let me make a phone call.  I don’t know what they fuck they are waiting for or what they want from me, but right now, I see no way out of this.  And I wish you would stop pretending like you care, because I know you don’t.  You want to see me rot in here just as much as he does.

I can see the heartbreak in her eyes as she shakes her head.

Mother: That’s not true, Alexis.  If it were, I wouldn’t even be here, now would I?  You’re my daughter and I love you.  I love you, Riley and Oliver equally but for some reason you just can’t see that.  You never have.

Lex: Because you’ve never treated me equally as Riley!  For God’s sake we’re identical twins and she’s always had everything fucking handed to her, and always been spoiled with the fucking attention, but I was a second thought!  Why?!  Can you answer me that one, Mommy Dearest?!

She lowers her head and sighs.  She knows I’m right, but she doesn’t want to admit it.  God, I fucking hate when she does this shit.  She’s acting like a victim, but I have every reason to be angry.  I stand up from the mattress, but I stand where I’m at, just staring at her, and she finally raises her head to look at me, still heartbroken.

Mother: From the moment you were born, I knew you were going to be completely different than Riley.  She came out with just a tiny innocent little cry, and then calm as can be, but you?  You were screaming and crying from the get go.

Lex: Lovely.  So because I did what babies fucking do and cried when I was born, you treated me different…

She starts shaking her head, but I look away because I’m sick of her lies.  I can’t even face her right now.

Mother: I don’t know how to explain this to you to understand, Alexis.  I was so young when I had the both of you.  I wasn’t ready to handle such a headstrong independent child from the get go, and that’s what you were.  You and Riley may be identical, but personality wise?  You’re night and day.

Lex: Yeah, no shit.

She takes a step back and folds her arms across her chest.  Geez, she has to dress to impress even coming to a grungy place like the police station, huh?  I shake my head, glaring at her with narrowed eyes.

Mother: I understand you felt mistreated and underappreciated, Alexis, but answer me honestly.  Why did you do it?

Lex: Do what?

I play stupid.  I know what she’s asking me, but fuck if I’m going to admit shit to her.  For all I know, she could be playing the sweet loving mother card to get me to talk, and that ain’t about to happen!

Mother: You know what!  Why did you go into the safe and steal all that money?!  Leaving home is one thing, but taking all that money?

I laugh and shake my head.

Lex: I really have no idea what you’re talking about.  And do you honestly think I’d be stupid enough to talk to you before I say anything to a lawyer?  You’re crazy!

Mother: Alexis...if you want any chance of getting out of here and getting back to that wrestling stuff that you do--

Lex: Get out of here.  Get the hell out!  I’m not talking to you people anymore!  I’ll talk to a fucking lawyer!  GET THE HELL OUT!

Her eyes well up with tears and she tries to protest, but I don’t give her that chance.

Lex: GUARD?!  GUARD GET HER THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

She lets out a sigh and shakes her head.

Mother: You might not want my help, or even believe that I’m trying to help you, Alexis, but I’ll prove it to you.  I’ll find a way to get your father to see reason and drop this mess.  You won’t be in here for one more day.

I shake my head and glare at her, but I refuse to speak another word.  She shakes her head again, and wipes away a tear that starts to fall down her cheek.  Moments later, she’s walking away, disappointed, and I just watch her disappear in the same fashion that Riley did.

Well...only one person left to talk to me face to face.  But I don’t see that happening, because the jackass is going to enjoy letting me sit in the cell to rot.

---

So, I’m convinced that my asshole father is going to prevent me from leaving this jail cell until AFTER Blaze of Glory.  If he knew when I’d be arriving in Phoenix, I’m sure he knows damn well what I’ve been up to and how fucking important this show is to me.  People might not believe he’d actually do that shit because he’s my father, but I’m not making this shit up.

I want nothing more than to walk into Blaze of Glory with nothing...as a Nobody...to face off against Roxi Johnson and Keira Fisher Johnson.  I may not give two shits about the titles that they hold so near and dear to their hearts, but I sure as shit would love nothing more than to beat them and end their title reign and undefeated streak.  People don’t think Celeste and I can work together as a team well enough to pull it off, but fuck the haters.  We could prove them wrong in a fucking heartbeat.

Sadly, I don’t think we’ll even get that fucking chance, because of my douchebag father!  He ruined my life enough as it was by the time I turned eighteen and now that I’m an adult and out on my own?  He’s still out to completely ruin my life and any chance I have at being fucking happy for once.  I don’t know what the fuck it’s going to take to get him out of my life once and for all.

I just feel guilty as hell that Celeste is now being dragged down with me.  Even indirectly I manage to ruin other people’s lives.

---

Dad

My brain is fucking fried right now.  I haven’t been able to look at myself in a mirror at all, but I’m guessing I look like death.  I can practically see the dark circles under my eyes from the lack of sleep.  I feel disgusting from not having a proper shower, and I’m sure the food they’ve given me wouldn’t even be accepted by sewer rats, much less another human being.  

I’m starting to accept that I’m truly fucked.  My mother was my last visitor, and that was yesterday.  I’m guessing that her pleading with my father hasn’t had any effect either, because, well...I’m still fucking here!  This is all my fault anyway.  I’m such a fucking idiot and a fuck up at life, so maybe rotting in a jail cell is what I deserve.

Guard: Edwards!  Get up!

I roll over on to my left side, staring at the door to the jail cell.  One of the police officers is unlocking it and I quickly stand up, confused, but almost relieved.

Lex: Huh?  Shit!  I’m finally being let out of here?!

I dart over towards the door, but the cop just looks at me and laughs.

Guard: Not exactly.  Taking you to interrogation.

Lex: What the fuck?  Interrogation now?!  After three fucking days?!

Guard: Sorry, kid.  Not my call.  Hands forward.

I stare at him, baffled.

Lex: Seriously, dude?  I’m a non-violent offender!  Why do you have to cuff me?!

He doesn’t even wait for me to obey his orders as he grabs for my hands and forcefully puts the cuffs on my wrists.

Guard: Protocol!  The less you cooperate, the worse this will be for you so I suggest you start behaving.

He pulls me out of the cell and starts leading me away, towards the interrogation room.

Lex: I’ve been behaving!  It’s you crooked fuckers that are cooperating and doing your fucking jobs!  Hey!  I WANT MY PHONE CALL!

I try to dash away from him towards one of the phones on the wall, but he quickly yanks on the cuffs, causing the metal to dig into my wrists.  I let out a wince from the pain and turn and glare at him as he continues to drag me away.

Lex: So...how much is my father paying you assholes to treat me this way?

We stop just in front of the door labeled “Interrogation Room 1” and I grin at him.  I can tell I’m pissing him off, but ask me if I care?  Fuuuuck no!

Guard: You think you’re so funny, don’t you?

Lex: I couldn’t give a fuck if I’m funny or not, asshole.  I was asking a serious question.

He opens the door with a grin and pushes me inside.  I stop dead in my tracks just as I step into the room.  My father, wearing an expensive suit and a disgusting smirk on his face, is seated at the table, waiting patiently for me.  Crooked cop leads me over to the table, shoving me down into the seat before he fixes the cuffs to the table, making it so I can’t move.

Mr. Edwards: Hello again, Alexis.  How are you feeling?

Crooked cop exits the room, slowly closing the door behind us.  I narrow my eyes and glare at my father, refusing to say a word.

Mr. Edwards: I’m going to tell you how this is going to go, okay, Alexis?  You can continue to make this difficult, and I can have my friends here lock you back up for a few more days, or…

Lex: Or nothing!  I’ve got nothing to say to you, asshole!

He leans back in his chair with a smug look on his face and just nods.  If I wasn’t handcuffed to the fucking table, I’d lunge at him and punch that look right off his fucking face!

Mr. Edwards: Yes, I thought you might say that, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want to spend the next few days in that jail cell, because I know you know that I can make it so your arraignment doesn’t happen until Monday morning.  But I know you’re just dying to get back to those delinquent friends of yours.

I lean forward, still glaring at him.  He can talk bad about me all he fucking wants, but this asshole isn’t gonna talk bad about Tim, Celeste or Connor like he knows them.

Lex: Don’t say a fucking word about my boyfriend or my friends like that, understand me?  You don’t know shit about them!

Mr. Edwards: I know that I could have them arrested for aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive.

I let out a laugh and shake my head.

Lex: How fucking stupid are you?  They don’t know shit.

Mr. Edwards: Don’t test what I am capable of, Alexis.  You may be my daughter by blood, but the second you made the decision to steal from me?  Well, you sealed your own fate.

Lex: I didn’t steal anything.

He shakes his head, almost disappointed.

Mr. Edwards: Cut the crap, Alexis.  I know you took that money.  We all know you did, so here is what is going to happen.  You’re going to tell me where my money is, and you’re going to return every single cent if you want out of this mess.  If you don’t, I’m going to make sure the book is thrown at you in court.

I roll my eyes.

Lex: I don’t have your fucking money, old man.  Besides, why the fuck are you making such a fuss about that money when I know for a fact you still got a boat load sitting in the bank and in investments!  It’s not like you couldn’t afford to lose whatever you fucking lost.

He suddenly slams the palm of his hand down on the table, trying to scare me.  Too bad for him, it doesn’t work because I don’t even flinch, but that doesn’t stop him from staring at me, with a dangerous look in his eye.

Mr. Edwards: So help me God, Alexis….

Before he can finish that sentence, our attention is suddenly turned to just outside the door.  I can hear my mother screaming and shouting, and several of the police officers getting involved blocking the door and stopping her from bursting through the door.  I can’t help but laugh but my father just rolls his eyes and excuses himself from the table before he walks out of the room, confronting my mother.

Lex: Never thought I’d root for my mother, but I seriously hope she kicks him in the balls…

I laugh as I turn away, but I’m able to hear almost everything that my mother is shouting.  She’s furious with my father, obviously, and I can hear him pleading with her but she refuses to back down.  She says something I can’t understand at first, and moments later, he leads her away from the door.  Great, it was just getting juicy!  Now I don’t know what the fuck is going on and am left waiting.

Several minutes goes by before the door finally opens again.  I was expecting my father to walk inside, but I’m surprised as another one of his crooked cops walks up to me and starts unlocking the handcuffs.

Lex: Oh come on!  You’re not seriously taking me--

Cop: You’re free to go.

I look up at him, shocked.  He removes the cuffs and I rub my wrists, still feeling a little pain from them being put on so tight.

Lex: I’m sorry, what?

Cop: I said you’re free to go.  The charges have been dropped.  Go on.  Get out of here.

Shit!  He doesn’t need to tell me twice!  I quickly push myself away from the table and hightail it out of the room. Just ahead, I see my father chasing after my mother as she’s walking away from him.  Huh...maybe she finally came to her senses and left the asshole.  Oh well...I don’t fucking care.  

I just need to get the fuck out of this police station!

---

Talk about a fucking hell of a week leading up to Blaze of Glory.  Not exactly the way I saw this shit going down, but I guess it doesn’t matter now.  I’m officially fucking fried, and after everything that has happened, I’m just looking forward to being able to walk into Blaze of Glory and doing what I’ve promised myself I’m going to do...beat the fuck out of Team Hero!

Once I got back from my few days...away...I caught up on Twitter and it just pissed me off so bad.  All I kept reading was shit congratulating Team Hero on their historic longest title reign!  Left and right that’s literally all I fucking saw.  No one thinks that Celeste and I are going to end that reign.  No one believes that we’re true contenders for the titles, but guess what?  We’re going to prove each and every one of you assholes wrong, and it’s going to feel so great.  

Not only that, but we’ll get to prove that douchebag Tommy Knocks wrong.  

Yeah, I listened to that bullshit radio show today.  That asshole might have complimented me, yet he still doesn’t think Celeste and I will beat everyone’s beloved Team Hero.

Well you know what?  Fuck you Tommy!  Fuck all you haters! Fuck you Roxi!  And fuuuuuuuuck yooooooooou, Keira!

Come Sunday...Come Blaze of Glory...Team Hero is going to get the beating of a fucking life time!

Team Hero is going to get beat by TEAM ZERO!!!!