“So let me get this right....”
LJ laughed looking at the phone on the dash currently on speaker mode because he was driving through the streets of the metro Dallas area, “You can try, bro.”
“No, shut it...you are currently in Texas, spending some quality time with Alexandra and Ashlynn, which I can completely respect. And it’s of course the beginning of spring lacrosse, which I didn’t even know that Ash played and I need to see this in action eventually.”
“Hey, remember I played Lacrosse in grade school.”
“I..I almost forgot about that.”
“Exactly, when I could I was working with her on some of my tricks. She practically begged her mom and I to make sure we would be here for her first game of the season.”
“Admirable, I will give you that.”
“Thank you, and now we are out here, Ally is finding us a spot while I waste time talking to you.”
“Oh thanks for that.”
“What are brothers for?” LJ laughed, “Any luck on the kid?”
“Nada. It’s why I was originally calling you to see if you would help but since you are all the way in fuckin’ Texas, that point is moot.” Miles grumbled.
“When I get back, we’ll go out again but I’m beginning to think that what you said is right. He just doesn’t want to be found.” LJ said looking around and saw Ally walking back to the car, “Ope, here comes trouble.”
“At least let me say hello.”
“You’re gonna get me into trouble, I swear.” LJ rolls down the window, “Hey!”
“What is taking you so long? The match is about to begin.”
“My fault, love. Miles called.” he said pointing to his phone, “Say hello, bro”
“Hey!”
“Hey Miles, you and Carter are well I hope. We all miss you Ash says hello.” She looked up at LJ as she spoke. “Sorry if I interrupted anything. I can go in and you can come in when you finish. I just don’t want to miss her coming out. I know she’ll be looking for us.”
“Go! Please don’t let me hold you up. Text me and let me know how things went and LJ, we’ll talk later about that other thing alright?”
“Sounds proper, mate. Talk to ya soon.” LJ ends the call and glances to her, as she’s giving him a look, “What’s that look?”
“The other thing?” Ally says batting her eyes, “What are you two up to?”
“Nothing to concern yourself with, just something between brothers.” he says as he pulls himself out of the car, “Let’s go watch your girl kick some ass.”
“Our girl..” She laughed softly. “You know she looks up to you.”
LJ takes her hand as they make their way into the area for the game. Alexandra and LJ take their spots she found and waited for the lacrosse game to start. She smiled up at him, excited that they both could be there for her daughter's first game.
“I know she does. She made sure to put me through the preverbal ringer this week with all the extra practice we did.” he looks at her, “I adore her you know. I love you and I adore her and it is ALL worth it.”
She looked up at him, smiling softly. “I know you do. I’ve not seen her get so close to anyone like she has you. Not in a very long time.” She laughed softly. “I love you too and she adores you. She told me that she likes having you around. That you’ve taught her so much about so many things.” She bit her lip seeing a group of women looking at them, causing her to roll her eyes.
LJ looked behind them to see the group of women staring at them and talking in hushed whispers to one another, “What? What was that about?”
“Oh just a couple of women over there, pointing and talking about us.” She sat up a bit, before turning towards him more. Before she can say anything else one of them comes over.
“Hello, I couldn’t help but notice we’ve not seen you all at the games last season. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Teresa and I just wanted to ask how long you two have been a couple?” She smiled at them.
LJ sat up a little straighter and painted a smile on his face, "Well ‘ello, I’m LJ and this here is Alexandra and it’s been what now, love...8 months or so since our first date?”
Ally nods, “Sounds about right. We’re here to watch my daughter, Ashlynn. She’s starting her first season with the team. Coach says she’s promising. Could be this handsome gentleman here who made that possible.”
Teresa looks at them for a moment. “Oh so you all are new here. Wait, eight months, so she’s not both of your daughters’. I knew you looked a bit young to be a father LJ.” She winked at him.
Alexandra stiffens a little hearing the woman’s words. “No, Ashlynn’s father isn’t really in the picture anymore, other than a card or a gift on special occasions for her.” She took a calming breath. “Not that that’s important or anything.”
LJ sensing that wraps his arm around Ally’s smaller shoulders and pulls her closer, nudging her, “It’s not really. I mean, you’ve done a fantastic job with her, as has your support system, I’m just the moral support.”
“Yes and that support means so much more than anyone could ever truly understand.” She smiled and nudged him playfully.
“Oh, aren't you two cute? I’m sure his support is so healthy for you.” There it was, that condescending tone. Alexandra knew what that meant.
Swallowing hard she looked up at LJ, before she looked back to Teresa. “It’s been so nice to meet you, what was it? Teresa? I do believe the game is starting. Wouldn’t want you to miss it..”
Ashlynn’s team began to enter the field and the game was about to begin. Which brought a sigh of relief to Alexandra. She watched as Teresa headed back to her little flock of hens.
LJ smirked with a laugh, “Well, that was pleasant. Are all the players mom’s that ungodly condescending? What do you think it is, love? My age, my ink or how fucking amazing we look with one another?”
She laughed a little. “Not all of them love, at least I hope not.” She smiled at him. “It could be all of the above honestly. Maybe she’s jealous.”
“Ah, the ol’ ‘she wishes she could afford a pool boy’...maybe we should introduce her to the duo we’re facing this weekend?” LJ raises his eyebrow, “Naaah, that’d be too harsh even for us.”
That pulled a laugh from Alexandra’s lips. “Naahh.. We could never, darling.” She winked at him. “Unless..”
They both look towards the field and Ashlynn looks back and waves broadly at the both of them. As they both wave back, “A conversation for another time, angel. We have a match to watch.” She gave him a smile and turned to watch her daughter.
Alexandra is looking into the camera, she rolls her neck, looking as if she’s trying to keep everything boiling up inside her, locked just under the surface. Though a bit of it is starting to peek through as she begins to speak.
"Brooke. Shields. You just don’t know when to quit, do you? Every week, every sneak attack, every cheap shot—like a couple of bratty kids trying to prove a point. You and your little attack-dog boyfriend think you’re making a name for yourselves? Nah. All you’re doing is writing checks your bodies won’t be able to cash. You aren’t the first of your kind I’ve seen come and go. You aren’t going to be the last. I can promise you that.”
She took a deep breath thinking about everything that had happened. All the words thrown her way. Brooke loved to find ways to bring up Alexandra’s age, to constantly remind her of the fact that she wasn’t young anymore.
“And let’s talk about that little nickname you love so much—‘grandma.’ You say it like it’s supposed to hurt me. From twitter, to promos, to backstage jokes with anyone you think will listen. The only person who listens to you is Logan. You acted like it’s bad. Like I should be ashamed of experience, of resilience, of proving myself in this business long before you were even born, long before you were legal enough to step in the ring. But see, sweetheart, what you don’t realize is that while you’re still learning how to lace up your boots, I’ve already built a legacy.”
She shook her head, the word really didn’t bother her. People her age were far more common in this industry.
“You? You’ve got nothing. You’re just Logan’s arm candy, riding his coattails, running your mouth, hoping that someone, anyone, takes you seriously. But here’s the reality check you weren’t ready for—nobody does. You’re not a threat, Brooke. You’re a distraction. A plaything for people like Logan. Eyecandy. Nothing more than fap material for the young men. You want respect, earn it babydoll. Because from where I’m standing, you don’t even respect yourself. Why should anything you’ve got to say bother me?”
Alexandra shrugged her shoulders, looking over at LJ, before continuing. A lot to get off her chest, but not a lot of time to do so.
“Your taunts are overused. You know who else had to play at my age as her target against me. Harper. She tried that, look how it worked out for her. I beat her several times over. But.. unlike her, you aren’t going to get chance after chance to face me. This is a one and done type situation. And as these things often go, should you feel the need to step into my business again, repeatedly looking for me to stroke your bruised little ego, thinking you’ll finally get one over on me. I’ll give you a chance, you can certainly try, but the outcome will still be the same.”
She pauses, waiting to see if LJ has anything he would like to say. When he motions for her to continue, she does.
“You sit here and brag about what you and Logan are going to do to us in the street fight. It just proves how new to this industry you really are. Or rather how full of yourselves you have portrayed yourself to be. Because LJ has more than proven he can deal with anything you all have to bring to the table. And I have personally been through street fights, hardcore matches and things that would make you faint in fear of what could happen to your precious little face. You aren’t ready for this Princess. This, this is a street fight? That’s when all the talking stops. No disqualifications. No sneak attacks. No running. Just you, me, and the consequences of every cowardly little stunt you and Logan have pulled. So keep laughing, keep calling me ‘grandma’—because when this is over, the only thing people will remember about Brooke Shields… is how she got silenced."
Alexandra steps forward, looking straight into the camera, her voice cold and final.
"And trust me, sweetheart… I’ve earned everything I’ve ever gotten in this business. Bled for it in ways you never could. But after this fight? You’re gonna have to earn the right to walk with your head held high again. You’re gonna have to earn the right to step into a ring, without remembering what it was like when a “grandma” beat your ass."
She shook her head.
“And you Logan, you are just a little bitch on a very short leash, held by a barbie doll who likes to believe she’s above everyone else. She pokes at me, because deep inside, she’s insecure. She knows she’ll never compare to me. She wants to be me someday, sadly that will never happen. She doesn’t have what it takes. As for you though, I know LJ will take you out without even blinking an eye. He is primed and ready. I know he’s ready to do what needs to be done. Because unlike you, he doesn’t need his girl to speak for him. He can do that all by himself.”
She took another look up at LJ.
“Darling, I believe you had quite a bit you’d like to say.”
She waited for him to continue, her gaze on the camera.
"Logan Hunter. The biggest fraud to ever come strolling into SCW, all piss and vinegar, thinking he could just push people around and bulldoze his way to the top. You showed up with your chest puffed out, talking loud, trying to intimidate your way into relevance like some muscle-headed playground bully who peaked in high school. But the thing about bullies, Logan? They always get punched in the damn mouth. And buddy, I’ve been itching to be the one to do it.
Since day one, you’ve made it your mission to be the biggest, most unbearable jackass in the room. You strut around like you’re God’s gift to wrestling, like we should all bow at your feet just because you’ve got a couple of wins under your belt. But let me remind you of something: wins don’t mean shit when nobody respects you. And Logan? Nobody respects you. You’re not feared. You’re not revered. You’re not a monster—you’re a damn parasite, leeching off anyone who will give you the time of day, trying to feed off of our hard work because deep down, you know you could never measure up to someone like me.
You call yourself a tough guy, but all I see is a trust-fund baby who’s never had to fight for a damn thing in his life. Everything you have? Handed to you. Every opportunity? Bought and paid for. And you’ve got the audacity to act like you’re some self-made badass? Please. The only thing you’ve ever built is that fragile little ego of yours, and I’m gonna shatter that right along with your jaw when we step into that street fight.
And then there’s Brooke Shield. Loud. Obnoxious. Grating. The human equivalent of nails on a chalkboard, barking like some rabid chihuahua whenever she’s within ten feet of a microphone. I swear to God, every time she opens her mouth, I lose brain cells. But hey, it makes sense. A bitch like her needs a bitch like you on a leash, Logan. You’re not her equal. You’re not her partner. You’re her overpriced, overhyped accessory—something she keeps around because it makes her look more important.
Brooke, let me make something crystal clear—you can flap your gums all you want, but when that bell rings, Ally’s going to rearrange your entire face. See, I don’t even have to worry about you, because Alexandra Callaway is going to break you in half and smile while she does it. And I will be right there, watching, laughing, enjoying every second of it.
But you, Logan? You’re mine. No refs to save you. No rules to protect you. No easy way out. Just you, me, and the reality check you’ve been dodging since the day you slithered into this company. You wanna play the big bad wolf? Then step up. But you better be ready, because I don’t huff and puff—I tear motherfuckers apart.
This isn’t a match anymore. This is a reckoning. And I’m bringing hell with me. See you in the street, bitch."
With that the two of them look at each other, a bright smirk on their faces, before turning back to look at the camera as it fades to black.
