I don't have many things to say.
It's Christmas time.
So why don't I share the story that brought me closer with the people I love.
Enjoy.
“What’s he doing?”
“He’s just sitting there.”
“Oh.”
I shrugged.
“So can we do this now?”
“No.”
Levi pulled the binoculars away from his face. He then looked down at his phone and saw the time read 11:42pm.
“We still got some time.”
We had driven up to where the tracker I put in Glen’s car had stopped. The Audi was pulled into a house in the Hollywood hills. It looked very nice, and very expensive. And much to my surprise, it was very open. There was only one large gate that was in the driveway, and some tall bushes lining it. There weren’t 20 armed guards patrolling or anything. It was just there. And with a view of the actual hills in front of it, and the narrow 2 line road with minimal traffic going up and down it. We were positioned like we were jungle soldiers in the bush, casing the house. We have been here for almost a week. We drove past it a couple of times, just to make sure that he actually returned here. And sure enough, he did.
We monitored Glen’s actions once he came home to ensure he stayed here. 3 days were quiet. Friday and Saturday, he had guests over for the weekend and a party of some sort. It would have been easy to perhaps get in during the party, but that wasn’t what we were after.
No, this was going to be one shot.
“He must have something good in there.” Levi said, going back to looking through the binoculars.
“What if he doesn’t?” I asked.
Levi looked down at me from the binoculars. He shrugged and sighed.
“Then I guess we kill him.”
Oh. Oh shit. Levi really had only said we should rob him. This was a big step up. And Levi had said that so non-challantly. Like it was no big deal. I had wrestled with this for a long time myself. Like, what would I do if given the chance. And here, the choice was made for me.
I felt for a second like that would be a waste. We spent a lot of time prepping to rob this man. We cased his house, bought ski masks, gloves, hoodies. Levi spent a day teaching me to pick locks in other… less fortunate neighborhoods. This is what we planned for. Robbing this man, teaching him a lesson. Not… murder.
“I don’t know - “
“SHH!”
Levi watched Glen through the binoculars again.
“Alright, he’s going into his bedroom, getting ready for bed. Get ready.”
I stood up, stretching to limber up. My heart was beginning to pump all the adrenaline I could ever want or need into my system.
“He’s going to the bathroom. Let’s go!”
We sprinted down the hill a short way, stopping at the edge of the road. We were under the cover of darkness, but one flashing headlight or nosy neighbor could spoil the whole thing. We waited. No signs of life. No one on the road. No one was outside. We dashed across the road and now, we were on the property.
From here on, we weren’t going to talk.
We moved to the bushes and it was a bit of a mess, but we were through them and racing around to the back. It was just like we practiced. There was no guard dog, no guards, just Glen, alone. Levi had seen on a previous run that there was a camera on the back door. And the front door, even blocked by the gate, was still way too visible. The back door was under a roof, protected from the elements and out of view unless you were really, really looking for it.
Levi went into the backpack we brought, and pulled out some black spray paint. He shook the can, and sprayed, right as I got to the door. I had my lockpicking tools at the ready. But we were racing against the clock. The idea was we needed to be in before he got out of the shower. I poked and prodded around and felt the clicks, and then the unlocking sound hit our ears. I gave Levi the thumbs up as he sprayed one last little spot, ensuring we were not seen.
I lightly pushed the door and it gently and quietly opened. Levi was in, and then I followed closing the door as softly as I could. There was a slight squeak, but we could both hear the shower going. We were right on time. We were in the kitchen and straight ahead was the living room.
We looked around, some nice trinkets that maybe we could sell, but the bags we had were only so big. It wasn’t like we were going to take a TV or anything. Just shit that was worth something. Levi was gently tapping on various surfaces, checking for anything hidden. He studied the bookcases and the media shelves.
Then the water shut off. I waved frantically to get Levi’s attention and Levi saw and crouched down. We both waited and the only sounds were of Glen dicking around in the bathroom, perhaps shaving or something, and then the door opened. He walked out and Levi moved as silently as possible to keep an eye on him. Levi crouched in the dark and his foot must have hit something. A small bang was clear enough for me to hear it.
I heard at first the curious footsteps and then manic ones as Glen was moving in the bedroom. I moved up slightly to by close to the wall as I heard the sound of a pistol cocking.
“Who’s there!?”
Glen shouted as he marched bravely out to where Levi was crouched. Glen flipped on a light as I ducked my head back around the corner. My heart was racing. Had we fucked this up that easily? Did he see me? This is all bad now.
Glen searched around the corner where Levi was, I heard his voice get slightly farther away. And then…
*Crack*
I heard the sound. Glass breaking. The groans and then a struggle beginning. Suddenly, a pistol was swatted into the kitchen where I was. The two were fighting and someone lost a gun. I raced over, picked it up as I saw Glen in his bathrobe on top of Levi. Glen turned hearing my footsteps to spot me, and that is when Levi plunged his knife into the leg and thigh of Glen.
AGHHH!
Glen screamed and fell down, holding his leg. I rushed over, my hand over Glen’s mouth to silence the yells. Glen attempted to fight me as well, but a little push on the handle of the knife and then my own knife to his throat stopped his fight.
“Money. Safe. Jewelry? Hurry up!” Levi whispered as he gathered his wits. I moved my hand so that Glenn could speak.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t Aghhh! Mphh…”
I pushed a little on Levi’s knife which was still in Glenn’s leg. Blood was slowly seeping out of that with every pull.
“Not gonna ask twice.”
I pressed my knife against Glenn’s throat as I began to notice that more and more blood was going around the leg, and soaking my pants. I looked down, and then pulled Levi’s knife out in one hard pull.
“AGHHH FUCK!’
I covered his mouth again. I tossed Levi his knife, and then saw even more blood coming out. I looked down at the wound and then at Glenn.
“That’s pretty nasty.”
I removed my hand from his mouth as Levi approached, now with the gun, pointed at Glen’s head. I was now looking at the wound on his thigh.
“Aghh!”
“Shut up, you big baby. Move your hands.”
I slapped his hands away and investigated the wound. It wasn’t bad, but yeah he was losing some blood, but if treated fairly quickly, he’d be okay.
“Well, damn. Look like you hit the Femoral artery. Well, my dude, you have about… I’d say about 3 minutes before you bleed out. I can give you something to stop the bleeding, but you’re gonna have to make a choice. Live with a few less dollars, or die rich.”
What? I…
“Clock’s ticking.”
Okay! Okay! 2nd floor, hallway on the bookshelf. A Safe. Combination is … 0…45….21.
Levi rushed upstairs as I pressed on the wound just to make it look like I was doing something. Levi returned with his bag full, almost to the brim.
“Got it.”
I pressed up off of Glenn, keeping his gun and saluting him with it. I started to leave, Levi handed me the bag.
“Take it, I got his.”
I didn’t bother to object. My heart was still racing. Levi walked back in as I sprinted across the road under the cover of darkness and then I waited.
*BANG*
The loud noise startled me. Levi came sprinting out and soon we were in the car and driving. The rush was unbelievable. We inspected the goods. Money, jewels, weed and cocaine.
“Well, that’s a good haul. He won’t miss it.”
I knew what Levi had done. He didn’t need to say anything about it. I was just happy this part was over. But now… I wanted more.
“Can we do this again?”
Levi looked at an smiled.
“You got it, baby.”
The last time I saw you Alexandra, was a battle royal. And I beat you.
Truth be told, I haven’t thought about you since.
Because for the longest time, you have been floating along and unable to do anything with the opportunities given to you over and over. You are very lucky that I am no longer the Bombshell’s champion, because the rules I was getting ready to lay down would have prevented you from getting anything because the facts are in:
You are an underachiever.
You should have ascended to the top of the ladder by now, and yet, you’re happy to just scrape on by, and be handed a match with Alicia Lukas, and you’re telling everyone you’re not going to “waste this opportunity” But the question I have for all that confidence is… where the hell did it come from? You accomplished nothing in the past year. And now it’s 99% complete and NOW you want to act like you’re going to end the year on a high note? Or that things have somehow changed?
Why? Because you beat Victoria Lyons for the first time in a long time? Or because you won some other match, or maybe even two matches in a row? Well bless my soul for the holidays Alexandra. I suppose we should through you a parade because you stopped being complacent and actually won a couple matches here and there to start building momentum.
It’s been rough since I lost the title. I mean, beating Candy is something only Kayla Richards would brag about until she realized how dumb it sounded. And last week? Do you think I needed to beat Bella to accomplish anything Alex? Bella needed that win. Bella was about to end up in the same place you are currently.
Middle of the road.
You’re floating along and already declaring “this is my year” and we haven’t even gotten to New Year’s yet. 2025 was not your year, and 2026 will be just as mediocre for you. You know why? Because you are trying to convince yourself that things are going to be different. You’re trying to tell yourself that you can do better, and you’re going to do better, and that’s where it ends. Because you have done nothing to make anyone believe that you are any different. You just say these things and you don’t mean them. You want someone to reassure you that you are, but you know you’re not.
Because if this mattered to you like that? If this was a serious attempt? You’d have done it long ago. You wouldn’t be sitting here saying you’re going for it, you’d be doing it. And winning two matches in a row, before I beat you, and then Alicia Lukas probably beats you too and carries on with her nonsense… that just doesn’t do it for me. It doesn’t convince me.
It just makes me think that you want to get the results without the work.
And you see, this is why I was going to have to pay special attention to you after having the title, because I understood as the ruler of the division, I had to bring everyone up to a certain level. And you… you may have been the biggest project. I wouldn’t be wasting my time with Bea or Seleana, people we both know are not at the level and won’t ever get there anyway. No, I mean the people who had something, and yes, you do have something, Alexandra. I saw it. But to bring it out? That would have required a lot of work, and I was willing to work with you. I was willing to help you make something of yourself and finally rise to the level you always wanted.
What do you think I just did with Bella?
This is all part of the dream that they decided to take from me. It was part of the change I was working so hard to get. I was trying so hard to make this place better and not fucking boring, and you see how well that’s going now that I’m not champion. It would have been so fucking good Alexandra. And you would have benefitted.
But now, now that they took it from me. I have to start all over again. And that means sacrifices have to be made. People have to die so that others may live. I have to reach the top of the mountain and regain control. You are standing in my way Alexandra. You have your stupid title shot already. You know what I have? NOTHING.
I have a stupid match with… whatever Reynolds girl because she’s the new flavor of the month and oh boy everybody gonna want to see this match and it fucking sucks. No one in this company understood or understands what I’ve been trying to do this whole time and instead, they are afraid of what I’m doing. They are afraid of change.
So all that new year, new me bullshit you’re doing? It’s just like all the rest.
I’m going to fucking save you from yourself Alexandra. I’m going to stop this madness before it spreads any further. I have to get back on track and get this place where it needs to be, and I really don’t care how it happens. And that’s why you should be very, very wary Alexandra.
I mean, my match isn’t for anything. You have a title shot. And… what happens if you get hurt? What happens if you have a broken arm, or neck? What if you land on your head, or my knee breaks your nose and stuff? You see, this is very dangerous for you. Things are very precarious right now for you.
You can’t stand in the way of my destiny Alexandra.
It could end horribly for you. And that would be terrible, given this is a charity show, and we’re so close to the holidays. Can you imagine?
I sure can.
Trust me
