Prologue: How to be the best and alienate people
I’m an acquired taste.
I get it. I can come off as arrogant, self-righteous, and downright cocky. But it comes with the territory when you know how talented you are. When you walk around a locker room and see all your competition and know that nine times out of ten you beat every single one of them. When you look in a mirror and know that the reflection staring back at you is the only person who can beat you down and embarrass you.
It’s a realisation I came to so very early in my career.
I trained in Japan and I heard the dreams of the other girls. All the Joshi’s. They spoke of America like it was the best place on Earth and where they would get a real test. And despite being born and bred in the United States I had only ever known the Japanese side of the business.
So when I came home, can you imagine the culture shock?. Can you imagine the disappointment?.
O came back to a country where women who had side jobs or were using wrestling to pad their little social media resume’s and tried to use it to get bigger paychecks in acting and singing and god knows what else.
It made me feel dirty.
It made me feel wrong.
So I went about fixing that perception, that wrong in my life. I vowed I was going to be the best of the best, the most dangerous woman on the planet. I told myself I would seek out those who were like-minded and destroy those who weren’t. And as much as I dislike Mercedes Vargas, she is a professional wrestler. You take away the makeup and the television presentation and she cares about what happens in that ring more than ANYTHING. Sierra Williams, Devona, my little sister Zoey, these are women who care about this business.
Crystal, Kate, Brittany, Seleana, hell even Dani. They worry about everything else under the sun instead of this business…..
That is why I’m disliked, that is why I rub people the wrong way and that is why I’m looked at as arrogant. Because to me, wrestling isn’t just a side job. To me, wrestling isn’t just a little addition to my life. Wrestling is my life.
I love my husband.
I love my sons.
But wrestling is my calling. It’s what I was put on this planet to do. And I do it damn well. I walked into Honor and dominated their development company. I walked into WWH, LAW and then back to Honor and dominated there. And now, in SCW I do the exact same thing.
And in times of doubt, in times of crisis….I have my family, I have my friends...and then….I become legend…
Scene One-Failure?
Off Camera
Camp Ripley Morrison County, Minnesota
August 13th. 2017. Night of Honor Wrestlings Zero Hour PPV
Alicia holds her ribs as medical staff holds ice packs on her neck and shoulders, her breathing is labored and deep but every single breath is met with a wince as her chest and ribs contract. Alicia grinds her teeth and pushes them away throwing the ice across the floor. She picks up both her title belts and turns kicking open the locker room door stepping inside. Sweat drips from her face and hair as she looks up into the full-length dressing mirror. Alicia had just faced Samantha Tolson in a champion versus champion match. Both her Legacy championship and Sam’s Honor title had been on the line.
For half an hour Samantha and Alicia beat the hell out of each other. Suplexes, stiff shots, submissions, brawling. All of it had been used and it had all been left in the ring. The time limit had expired and the medical staff had ruled that both women could not continue, despite both of them protesting heavily. Alicia had stormed backstage and held both the Honor Legacy title and the WWH women's world title at the same time.
Both championships dangle down in her hands. Alicia nods slowly and places them down on the table next to her bag, she doesn’t even hear the door open as she tries to calm herself and forget about the pain. Then she feels it, Michael’s hand slide over her shoulder. Alicia calms down with a smile as she turns to face him. Her manager, life coach, and new best friend. He stood a lot taller than her about 6’3, his toned muscular frame hidden under a beautifully tailored grey suit. Alicia looked into his eyes with a small smile before looking away and down, her heart dropping as she backed away. Michael tilted his head looking confused as he lightly brushed some of the hair from her face, his thumb moving down her cheek as his forefinger lightly lifted her chin to him.
“Hey peaches, why the sad face?” Alicia chuckled as she shook her head and sat back against the end of the table, her ribs again causing her pain as she closed her eyes and winced. Michael reached forward and helped her stand back up, his hand drifting over her midsection as he looked down and noticed the heat coming from her right side.”I think you have some bad bruising. We have to get you checked out...I’ll get the doctors that you shoved off back in here”
As he turned to leave Alicia reached out grabbing his arm, he turned back and she shook her head. “I need a minute, I can’t face anyone right now” She looked down again as she leaned in placing her forehead against Michael's chest, he looked down concerned, his arms wrapping around her on instinct.” What is it?”
“I...I let everyone down. I said I was walking out with both belts and in the end I failed” Michael couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he shook his head before lightly pushing Alicia back and down onto a chair, he slowly moved down to one knee in front of her with a deep sigh, his eyes kind and full of affection. “You went out there and went to war with a woman who is a two time Honor champion. You didn’t lose, you didn’t win. You came to a stalemate and they had to call it off. I don’t think this is the last time you two will be in the ring and trust me. I saw Samantha Tolson being helped down the hallway….you have nothing to be ashamed of.” Alicia looked up and shot him a small smile and a nod. He got to his feet offering his hands. She places hers in his and allowed him to help her up to her feet. His arm moved around her as he turned to help her back towards the medical personnel and trainers.
Washington D.C
Two Weeks Later
Alicia stepped through the large archway into the main room of the large old colonial home. It’s rich history plain to see to anyone who would look. It’s architecture screaming late 1700’s. She couldn’t help but smile as she passed old family photo’s. Family members and baby pictures of Michael and his parents and ancestors. She couldn’t help but smile as she stopped at one of him as a child, a ball in his hands.
Alicia turned to him as he leaned against the archway, his wavy brown hair loose and flowing over his nears and down his back, a trimmed brown beard accenting his cheekbones as a grin came across his lips.“What’s so funny?” She chuckled again and grabbed the photo turning it towards him.“You were so cute” She makes a small face pushing out her lips before laughing again. Michael shook his head stepping forward taking the photo as she held it out.
“That was a long time ago….the innocence of youth.” There was a hint of sadness in his voice as he placed the photo back on the wall, Alicia looked down and gave a small nod before feeling his hand on hers, he led her through into the kitchen and out to the stairs stopping at the bottom.“And up there are the bedrooms, the master is down the hall to the right then another 3 on either side.” He gave her a grin and leaned against the post of the staircase that went up and curved to the side.
“So, when do I get to see the bedrooms?....” She moved some hair from in front of her face and stared up into his eyes, Michael coughed and laughed under his breath looking up to the top. “Well, by all means, I can finish the tour now, or after we eat?” Alicia gave him a nod again and stepped close to him. “And which room is mine tonight?” She squeezed his hand and tilted her head slightly as she asked the question. “Well, that depends…”
“On what?” He leaned in close, his lips just touching hers softly. As he pulled back he shook his head. “I’m sorry Alicia….I...I’m sorry.”
She looked surprised and fumbled over her own words, her accent becoming more prominent as she seemed slightly panicked. “Why?. Why are you sorry?.” Michael folded his arms over his chest looking away, his body language showing embarrassment as he seemed to close off before her eyes. “I crossed a line, Ali. We’re friends and I’m your agent. We shouldn’t…”
He trailed off and went silent, after a few moments Alicia stepped forward finding his hands again getting close, she pushed up on her tiptoes to meet him kissing him softly. “The heart wants what it wants. I stopped listening to that annoying little voice saying “no” a long time ago” Michael looked in her eyes and smiled with a small nod. “Alicia...you want to be with me?” Alicia laughed to herself “I thought that’s what the kiss implied...but you will take me on a proper date….tonight…”
“Yes ma’am”
Scene Two: Fucking cabbages and Family legacies
On Camera
Edinburgh, Scotland
Present Day
”Are you people shocked?. That I can play along in a team setting?”
Alicia chuckles lightly, her hand grips the SCW Bombshells world title that is slung over her shoulder, the leather strap dangling down next to her body.
”Climax Control 231, live from Dublin Ireland, myself and Blade Alexander beat down and destroyed that silly little twit Hitamashi and that mean girl rip off Calia. We went down to that ring and it was an eye-opener. See, I’d heard of Blade Alexander, I’d heard of his skills in the ring and that he was always one of the big “what if’s” in SCW. What if Blade had stayed, what if Blade was still around, what if Blade had won the SCW world title?. Hitamashi disregarded his skills, disregarded his past and he paid the price. Expulsion from the tournament and ZERO CHANCE at the World title shot.”
“Blade and I did what we do and that is win.”
“I have told you all time and time again that I could drag anyone to victory in this. But the fact I have a partner who has a past, who has a great skill set and is determined to win this tournament?. Well, that makes my job even easier.”
“I look around at the other teams left as we get down to the final 8 and I only see Alex and Devona as our real challenge. And that, well that’s because I know Alex. I know I could take Devona’s pretty little head off. And I know there has been some confusion about Blast from the past but let me be clear. If Mark, Christian or Brooke decide that one of these matches is to be a title defense of my championship, I will face whoever I am in the ring with and fight tooth and nail to keep this championship. See, I wanted to be a fighting champion, that’s why I entered this tournament, I didn’t want to9 just wait around for someone to win….”
“Or cash in a stupid little gimmick briefcase…”
Alicia scowls and adjusts the championship on her shoulder, her lips pushing together as their cherry red color blurs together, her long blond hair flowing from under a black and red baseball cap.
”Yeah, that’s right I’m talking about Kate Steele-Warren. Now, if some of you missed the little exchange happening, Kate is crowing about cashing in her shot at me for London Calling, but If Blade and I get to the Blast from the past final then I will be busy and not only will I be busy but chances are I will be putting the title on the line in that final against whatever woman has been good enough with her partner to get to that match. Whcih, I’m actually excited for. If we get there. But Kate wants to whine and cry about it, Kate wants to try and re-write the rules of the tournament.”
“Re-writing rules, not staying active, whining and crying. Damn she kind of sounds like Brittany Williams.”
“Before I get into the upcoming match here in Scotland, let’s revisit how our opponents got here. Kale Smith and Brittany Williams beat the only team in this tournament more pathetic than the team Blade and I beat. They beat Joshua “I can travel through time” Acquin and Effie Bingham. The girl who has the distinction of having a mouth twice as big as mine while having one eighth the talent. Now, Kale, you may be a talent, you may be on par with Blade, I don’t know. You’re six foot two, over two hundred pounds, you can move for a guy that size and you have this certain...spark about you. I don’t know if it’s because you’re from Australia or if it’s because you’re a great athlete, but I don’t think it’s a secret as to what Blade and I are going to do…”
Alicia smirks and moves the title off her shoulder looking at it before her bright blue eyes shine and look straight back up into the camera.
”Divide and conquer.”
She lets out a deep laugh and shrugs pacing back and forth a little.
”I am so confident in Blade and I winning that I’m going to let you in on a little secret here Kale. Our plan involved Brittany being tagged in and never being let out again. See Kale, I look at you and I see a guy who has real talent, I see a danger. I mean, I know Blade is tough and talented but you? You fought for three years to get back to SCW and the blast from the past tournament is your door to be back full time right?. This is all to prove to Mark and Christian that you belong and truth be told, after seeing you drag that tiny piece of dead weight to a win proes it…”
“I don’t wish you any ill will and if I’m honest I think you would be a great challenge for Austin. He loves a fight, a real fight. And I have to say between Blade, Alex and you?. Well those are three possible contenders that I know would get Austins motor running. But, the bad news with all this is no matter how much I think you deserve to move on, no matter how impressed I am with you and your re-emergence….it ultimately means nothing.”
“Because you’re teaming with a piece of shit…”
“What?...too harsh?”
Alicia tilts her head at the production crew who all just stay silent. Not one of them standing up for Brittany Williams.
”Up until the Blast from the past match the last time we saw little miss Brittany was back in November where she tried to steal the Honor tirle from me. I retained and I have gone on to win the SCW bombshells world title and still stay strong. Because that, is what champions do but Bitt wouldn’t know anything about that. She was the youngest champion in company history, but she lost that title and faded into obscurity. She then popped up months ago, lost to me and then...poof disappeared…”
“She didn’t keep working, she didn’t try and get another match with me, she didn’t try and earn a shot at the Honor or SCW titles. She just went home, sat on her ass and waited till this tournament so she could hope and pray that she’d be able to hitch her wagon to someone talented and ride their coattails right on into the finals and get a shot that way.”
“What else would we expect from a “Hilton” right?”
“Your bitch ass mother tried the same thing when she beat down her own wife to get added into a match she had no right to be in. Typical Williams woman, always takming the back door, too bad your father didn’t do that, we’d have been saved the embaressing bratty punk bitch that you seem to be proud of being…”
“But, here’s the downside to your little plan kiddo, you don’t get to the finals because the brackets have lined you and Kale up against me and Blade. So now, without others in the ring for you to pinj to try and get a cheap win, you will be alone in the ring with me. And I am planning on beating the hell out of you till you make the smart choice and abort your plans to follow in your mothers footsteps, you know kind of like how your mother should have aborted yo-”
The sound cuts out as the cameraman lowers the camera and an SCW producer steps out, we can’t hear it but Alicia and the man have a heated conversation. After a few moments Alicia put her hands up and nods before the camera gets lifted back up and the sound comes back on.
”The fact remains Britt, that you are outmatches and outclassed. You think because you have a family legacy you’re going to be some big deal?. You mother ain’t shit, you ain’t shit. You’re just another name in a long list of disappointments from your family who like to flake out time and time again and can never be relied on to do the real hard work that makes you a champion, and I don’t mean holding a title sweetheart because your mommy, she can’t teach you what I know. I work, day in and day out, I turn up week after week and month after month to defend the title and to appear in front of a crowd…”
“So I’ll do you a favor, I’ll beat you down, I’ll make you tap and then you can disappear for another three months….”
