South Beach 2.0
Houston, Tx
10/12/23
The neon lights of a lively bar in Houston, Texas cast a vibrant glow on the streets outside. Inside, the atmosphere is a mix of laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of conversations. It's here, in this familiar setting, that Alexandra Calaway sits at a corner table, a half-empty glass of whiskey in front of her. The chatter of the bargoers provides a backdrop as she contemplates the upcoming Triple Threat match for her Bombshell Roulette Championship. The door swings open, and Mika Attano, a longtime friend, walks in, scanning the room until her eyes lock onto Alexandra. She makes her way through the crowd, her presence adding a spark of excitement to the air.
"Ally," Mika greets, sliding into the seat across from Alexandra. "This place hasn't changed much, has it?"
Alexandra smirks, raising her glass in a toast. "Some things in Houston are constant. Like good whiskey and the thrill of competition, and good friends."
As they clink glasses, Mika cuts to the chase. "So, the Triple Threat at High Stakes. How are you feeling?"
Alexandra leans back, the subtle creak of the wooden chair blending with the bar's ambient noise. "Confident, as always. But you know the deal, Mika. In this business, confidence doesn't guarantee victory. It just means I'm ready for whatever they throw at me."
Mika nods, a glint of understanding in her eyes. "Georgie and Bea, they're hungry. They want that title. What's your game plan?"
The smirk on Alexandra's face grows into a confident grin. "My game plan is simple. Adapt. Overcome. Dominate. I've beaten every challenger who stepped up. Georgie couldn't even beat Jessie, whom I conquered to get this title. Bea, she had her moment, but during the match at High Stakes, I’ll remind them who the Bombshell Roulette Champion really is."
The clinking of pool balls and the distant melody of a dance song fill the pauses in their conversation. Mika leans forward, her tone serious. "And what about us, Ally? We've been through a lot together in this business. Do you ever think about that?"
Alexandra's gaze softens, a rare moment of vulnerability. "All the time, Mika. We've fought side by side, faced the highs and lows. You're not just a friend; you're family. But sometimes it’s hard to forget, knowing that you have been on both the friend and enemy side. You understand that, right?"
Mika nods, a mix of pride and understanding in her eyes. "Absolutely. You've earned every accolade, and at High Stakes it won't be any different. Just know, win or lose, you're still at the top of your game."
The two friends share a moment of silent camaraderie, the history of their wrestling journey echoing in the clinks of glasses and the distant cheers of the bar. The air is thick with the unspoken understanding that, in the world of professional wrestling, every triumph and every setback contributes to the legacy Alexandra is building. As the evening unfolds, the bar remains a haven for stories, laughter, and the shared camaraderie of those who understand the sacrifices and triumphs of the wrestling world. Alexandra Calaway, fueled by the spirit of Houston, prepares to face the challenge awaiting her in the ring, knowing that every victory and every defeat is etched into the fabric of her storied career.
Strader Training Facility
Houston Texas
10/13/23
In the world of wrestling, the stage is set, and the spotlight shines on Alexandra Calaway, the reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion. As the Roulette Qualifier looms, a familiar face emerges from the shadows—Bea Barnhart, a name etched in the annals of Alexandra's past. A history exists, a chapter tainted by several losses, but make no mistake, this isn't a tale of repetition; it's a narrative of retribution.
"You see, when you're at the top, everyone wants a piece of you. They want to challenge, to prove themselves against the best. And in this triple threat, it's no different. Georgianna Robertson and Bea Barnhart, they think they can dethrone me, take away what I've fought tooth and nail for. But let me be crystal clear—this championship isn't going anywhere. You’ll have to end me to take it."
There's a confidence in Alexandra's demeanor, a belief in her own abilities that transcends the mere bravado of wrestling promos. She's not just speaking for effect; she's laying out a truth she holds deep within.
"Georgie, Bea, you're stepping into the ring with someone who's faced the best and emerged victorious. You're challenging the Hellion, the one who's taken down elite after elite. I am sure that you both have seen my path to this title. Hell Bea, you were a part of that path. And sure, you beat me once or twice. But I beat you when it mattered most. And you think either of you stand a chance? Well, let me enlighten you."
The words are punctuated with a sharp glare, a challenge thrown into the ether. Alexandra doesn't just talk about winning; she talks about dominance, about proving a point in the squared circle.
"This isn't just a match for me. It's a statement. A declaration that no matter who steps up, no matter the odds stacked against me, I am the top dog. And as I walk into that ring, it's not just about victory; it's about showcasing why I'm at the pinnacle of this industry."
The narrative shifts, and Alexandra begins to paint a picture of the match, a mental projection of how she plans to emerge triumphant in the triple threat chaos.
"My dear sweet, precious darlings, you'll be like little lambs, prey in the lion's den. I'll pick my moments, strike with precision, and assert my dominance. This isn't about surviving; it's about thriving in the chaos. When bodies collide and the dust settles, there will be one constant—the Hellion standing tall with the Bombshell Roulette Championship in her beautiful hands."
A brief pause, a moment of reflection, before Alexandra's tone takes a philosophical turn, addressing the possibility of defeat, albeit with an unwavering confidence. She taps the title on her shoulder, smirking for a moment.
"But let's entertain the hypothetical. What if, by some twist of fate, I don't emerge as the victor? Does that mean I'm on the decline? Does it mean the Hellion is fading? Absolutely not. It means I faced challenges head-on, took risks, and in the world of professional wrestling, not every battle ends in triumph. From that, I’ll build, I’ll grow and I’ll move up, until my hands are on the biggest prize we ladies can hold in this company, the Bombshell Championship."
The defiance in her voice is palpable, a refusal to accept anything less than her absolute best. Alexandra Calaway is not just a champion; she's a warrior, acknowledging the ebb and flow of competition.
"Losses, they're a part of the game. But mark my words, even if I don't come out on top this time, I'll come back stronger, more resilient. Because the Hellion doesn't succumb to defeat; she rises from it, ready for the next challenge, ready to prove that she's still at the top of her game."
She applauded both of her opponents for what they had done in this battle to the top. But it wasn’t enough, not in the slightest. They both worked so hard, to get there and find the biggest roadblock.
"Bea, we've danced this dance before, haven't we? You took a victory from me once, claimed a moment in the sun, but let's not forget what came after. I rose from that setback, stronger, more relentless than ever. And since then, I've faced every challenger, every so-called elite, and emerged victorious. You think you're the exception? Think again."
The promo takes a defiant tone, a declaration of dominance that echoes through the corridors of Sin City Wrestling. Alexandra doesn't dwell on the past defeat; instead, she uses it as fuel for the fire burning within. The words carry the weight of experience, the kind that comes from clashing with the best in the business.
"Bea, you may believe lightning will strike twice, that history will repeat itself. But let me enlighten you. I've stood against the mightiest, faced the elite, and conquered. Every challenger who dared to step into my domain has fallen. This isn't arrogance; it's a fact, a testament to the Hellion's prowess."
The narrative shifts to a broader perspective—a reflection of Alexandra's journey in Sin City Wrestling. It's a tale of triumph, of overcoming adversities, and standing tall as the reigning champion. The promo emphasizes Alexandra's unbeaten streak, an unyielding force that has thwarted every opponent's ambitions.
"Look around, Bea. Look at the trail of bodies left in my wake. Challenger after challenger, all fallen, all defeated. I stand before you, not as a champion by chance, but as a champion by conquest. You think you can break the streak? You think you can rewrite history? I invite you to try, to step into the ring and test your mettle against the Hellion."
The words echo with a challenge, a call to arms that reverberates through the wrestling universe. It's a proclamation of supremacy, a declaration that Alexandra Calaway isn't just a champion; she's an indomitable force that refuses to bow to any adversary.
"So, Bea Barnhart, prepare yourself. Prepare for a clash that echoes with the cries of those who underestimated the Hellion. I've beaten you before, and I'll do it again. It's not arrogance, it's a promise. In the Roulette Qualifier, the outcome is inevitable—I will emerge victorious, and the streak will continue."
As Alexandra's promo echoes with the resonance of her indomitable spirit, there's another name on the lips of the Hellion—Georgianna Robertson, a seductive yet enigmatic force in the world of wrestling. The spotlight shifts, and the narrative transitions to a challenger who, despite her charms, hasn't tasted victory against some of the best in the business.
"Now, Georgie Robertson, the sultry seductress of the ring. I've watched your little performances, seen the games you play. But let's not forget the facts, shall we? You, my dear, couldn't even topple Jessie Salco, someone I defeated to claim this championship. So, what delusions are dancing in your mind, thinking you can step up and conquer the Hellion?"
The tone is dismissive yet loaded with a challenge. Alexandra doesn't hold back in highlighting Georgie's shortcomings, pointing out a glaring defeat against someone Alexandra has bested in the past. It's a strategic move, a way to undermine Georgie's credibility in the eyes of the audience.
"Georgie, you may have your bag of tricks, your seductive allure, but let's talk wrestling, shall we? This isn't about charisma; it's about skill, about what you can bring to the ring. And so far, from what I've seen, it's not much. You faced Jessie Salco and fell short. Now you think you can step up to me? Oh, darling, you're in for a rude awakening."
The promo dives into Georgie's moves, her signature style, and a laundry list of wrestling techniques. Alexandra contrasts this with her own arsenal, emphasizing experience, skill, and a proven track record against formidable opponents. It's a subtle yet potent way to establish dominance.
"Your moves, Georgie, they're cute, but cute won't cut it in the ring with me. You have your sliced bread and hurricanrana, your One and Done, but let me tell you something. I've faced opponents with more lethal arsenals, and yet, they all fell. What makes you think you'll be any different?"
The narrative takes a more assertive turn, questioning Georgie's confidence and alluding to a sense of cockiness that might be her Achilles' heel. It's a psychological ploy, an attempt to plant seeds of doubt in the mind of the challenger.
"Georgie babe, you may have your Adam Lambert entrance, your seductive demeanor, but I see through the smoke and mirrors. This is a wrestling ring, and in here, it's not about how alluring you can be. It's about how much pain you can endure, how much you can dish out. I've faced the best, conquered the elite, and you? You're just another name on the list."
Alexandra stands alone, surrounded by the quiet before the storm, the ticking clock of impending battle. The air is thick with unspoken expectations, with whispers that weave through the corridors of Sin City Wrestling. Whispers that dare to crown her as the best Bombshell Roulette Champion. She tilts her head, the shadows playing across her face, and her gaze fixates on the gleaming championship belt that rests on a table nearby as she stands on the porch. It's a symbol, a testament to the victories etched in the annals of her career. The whispers, like phantom cheers, linger in the air. The acknowledgment of her triumphs, the recognition of her hard-fought battles, and the murmurs that hail her as the apex.
"The best Bombshell Roulette Champion, they say. Yet, here I stand, a paradox of acknowledgment and humility. You're only as good as your last match."
Alexandra muses, the soft murmur carrying a weight heavier than the championship itself. The realization that every triumph is a fleeting moment in the continuum of a wrestler's journey.
"I hear the whispers," she begins, her voice measured and resolute. "Whispers that I'm the best, that I'm a champion without peer." Alexandra's eyes narrow, the glint of the championship mirrored in the intensity of her gaze. "But let me be clear—every match, every defense, it's a step closer. A step closer to the day this title, my Bombshell Roulette Championship finds a new home, but it certainly won't be at High Stakes."
Her words hang in the air, a declaration that carries the weight of inevitability. Alexandra, in the quiet before the storm, acknowledges the accolades but remains tethered to the ground. "I'm not blind to the whispers," she continues, her tone unwavering. "But greatness isn't a static state. It's a journey, a series of battles. Each opponent, a formidable challenge; each match, a step on this tightrope, knowing the fall is inevitable, but the fight—ah, the fight is where the true measure lies."
As the room brims with the tension of impending combat, Alexandra steps forward, her hand brushing over the championship. "So, call me the best, label me the champion. But remember, the whispers won't shield me from the reality that every match brings. The day will come. Not at High Stakes, but when it does, I'll face it like I've faced every opponent—with fire, with determination, and with the undeniable knowledge that every reign has its twilight. Until then, this is still mine."
The area falls silent, the quiet before the storm settling in as Alexandra prepares to step into the arena once more, where the whispers fade into the roar of the crowd and the clash of bodies in the pursuit of glory. The promo concludes with a resolute gaze and a final proclamation—a declaration that echoes through the wrestling universe. Alexandra Calaway, the Hellion, is ready for whatever Georgie Robertson or Bea Barnhart brings to the ring.
Segment with John and The Girls
Houston,Tx
10/13/23
The Strader residence, sprawled out comfortably in Houston Texas, exuded a sense of tranquility that provided a welcome escape from the bustling world of professional wrestling. John Strader, sitting in the cozy living room, looked up from the motorcycle magazine he was reading as Alexandra entered, still dressed in her casual at-home attire.
“Long day?” John teased looking at her
“You have no idea. Promos, interviews, and the constant buzz leading up to the match—it's non-stop. Between this and my other matches, I’ve been so busy. It’s nice to be home relaxing for a change.”
As they exchanged glances, there was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared history not just as colleagues in the wrestling business but as friends who had weathered the storms of life together and fallen in love.
“Triple Threats are no walk in the park, especially with the Bombshell Roulette Championship on the line.” John stated.
Alexandra nodded in agreement. “Tell me about it. But you know me, John. I thrive in the chaos. But this match at High Stakes and then Texas Chainsaw Massacre, I’m excited.”
The living room, adorned with family photographs and mementos, became a haven where conversations effortlessly shifted from wrestling to more personal aspects of life.
John smiles at her, moving to wrap his arm around her. “You always have, Ally. But this one feels different, doesn't it?”
Alexandra thinks on the matter for a few moments. “It does. The competition is fierce, and the stakes are high. But that's what makes it exciting.”
As the conversation meandered between the dynamics of the upcoming match and the mundane details of their day, the door swung open, and two energetic figures burst into the room. Mackenzie Strader, John's daughter, and Alexandra's daughter, Ashlynn, brought with them an infectious energy. Alexandra and John joined the girls in the living room. The conversation seamlessly shifted between the ordinary and the extraordinary, providing a snapshot of the dual roles Alexandra played—champion in the ring and mother at home.
Mackenzie was curious so she had a question to ask. “Alexandra, are you nervous about the match tonight?”
Alexandra smiles at Mackenzie, John’s daughter had such a passion for the industry. It made Alexandra happy to know that the future of wrestling was Mackenzie and Ashlynn. “A little, maybe. But it's the good kind of nervous. The kind that keeps you sharp and focused.”
As the family banter continued, Ashlynn couldn't resist injecting her thoughts into the mix.
Ashlynn turned to look at John. “John, do you get nervous watching Mom wrestle?”
John gave his usual Strader smirk. “Well, there's always a bit of tension, but your mom is the best at what she does.”
Ashlynn spoke up again. “And she's going to win at High Stakes, right, Mom?”
John spoke up. “Damn right, she is.”
“You three have far too much faith in me.” Alexandra chuckles.
“That’s what family does.” John gave her a wink. “And that’s what we are.”
The living room transformed into a lively space where wrestling narratives and family anecdotes coexisted harmoniously, each conversation a testament to the intricate layers of Alexandra's life. The nexus of wrestling and family, echoed with laughter and anticipation, a place where the essence of being a champion, a girlfriend, and a parent converged. In this place that had become her sanctuary.
The Tale of the Tape
Viewed in Houston, Texas
10/13/23
In the electrifying world of professional wrestling, the Sin City Wrestling scene is set to witness a clash of titans, a Triple Threat match that pits three distinctive forces against each other. At the heart of this showdown are Alexandra Calaway, the seasoned champion with a legacy etched in gold, Georgianna Robertson, the seductive yet formidable newcomer, and Bea Barnhart, a fresh face navigating the intricate learning curves of the wrestling ring.
Alexandra Calaway, the "Hellion" of the ring, enters with a resume that reads like a wrestling epic. With 19 Hardcore Championships and an array of other titles, she's not just a wrestler; she's a symbol of resilience, overcoming personal tragedy, and a relentless pursuit of redemption. Her entrance, marked by the haunting melody of "Mine" by Halestorm, is more than a prelude; it's a statement of dominance.
Georgianna Robertson, known for her seductive yet business-like persona, brings a unique flair to the squared circle. With the confidence underscored by Adam Lambert's "For Your Entertainment," she aims to redefine the narrative, proving that charisma and in-ring prowess can go hand in hand. Still in the early phases of her career, Georgie showcases an unapologetic approach, exuding both confidence and unpredictability.
Bea Barnhart, a relative newcomer to the wrestling scene, steps into the spotlight with an air of freshness and the potential for growth. Trained by Bill Barnhart, she navigates the learning curves of the profession, acknowledging mistakes and approaching each match with a blend of humility and cautious enthusiasm. Her charismatic entrance, synchronized with "We're Not Gonna Take It" by Twisted Sister, captures the essence of a rising talent eager to make her mark.
As these three forces prepare to collide, each brings a distinct style to the ring. Alexandra, the versatile veteran, seamlessly blends technical finesse with brawling ferocity and high-flying acrobatics. Georgie, with her seductive yet no-nonsense approach, combines technical prowess with quick, impactful moves. Bea, in the early stages of her career, is refining her technical prowess, showcasing potential for growth and learning.
Beyond the in-ring dynamics, the motivations are as diverse as the wrestlers themselves. Alexandra fights not just for victory but for redemption and to solidify her legacy. Georgie seeks to prove herself against established competitors, showcasing her unique blend of seduction and skill. Bea, in the learning phase, is motivated by growth, eager to overcome past mistakes and establish herself as a credible force.
In essence, the upcoming Triple Threat match is more than a clash of bodies in the ring. It's a collision of experiences, unbridled confidence, and the eager pursuit of success. With high stakes for each wrestler, this encounter promises to be a captivating spectacle, a story woven with the threads of seasoned resilience, unapologetic charisma, and the boundless potential of a rising star.
Alexandra Calaway
In-ring Presence:
Style: Alexandra embodies a versatile in-ring style, seamlessly transitioning between technical finesse, brawling ferocity, and high-flying daredevilry.
Presence: Her entrance, marked by "Mine" by Halestorm, is not just an introduction but a spectacle, setting the stage for a dominant and confident performer.
Legacy and Achievements:
Accolades: With 19 Hardcore Championships and numerous other titles, Alexandra's career is a tapestry of victories and challenges.
Personal Struggle: Her personal journey, including tragedy and loss, has woven into her wrestling narrative, making her not just a wrestler but a resilient character.
Motivation:
Redemption: Alexandra's journey is fueled by the desire for redemption, overcoming past setbacks, and proving that she is a force to be reckoned with.
Georgie Robertson
Seduction and Business:
Dual Persona: Georgie's unique persona blends seduction with a no-nonsense business attitude, making her an enigmatic and unpredictable presence in the ring.
Entrance: "For Your Entertainment" by Adam Lambert underlines her confidence and sets the tone for her unapologetic approach.
Learning Curve:
Training: Trained by Bill Barnhart, Georgie is navigating the learning curve of professional wrestling, evolving with each match.
Confidence: Her cockiness at times might be a weakness, but it also portrays her unyielding self-assurance.
Career Highlight:
Championship Success: Winning the Mixed Tag Team Championship showcases Georgie's potential and ability to achieve success early in her career.
Bea Barnhart
Newness and Growth:
Fresh Talent: Bea, relatively new to the wrestling scene, represents a wave of fresh talent, eager to make her mark.
Training Ground: Her learning experiences under Bill Barnhart's tutelage contribute to her evolution in the ring.
Charismatic Entrance:
Crowd Engagement: Bea's entrance, synced with "We're Not Gonna Take It" by Twisted Sister, is charismatic, engaging the audience from the get-go.
Ups and Downs:
Acknowledging Mistakes: Bea's acknowledgment of her mistakes and cautious approach shows humility, an aspect that adds layers to her character.
Comparative Dynamics-
Championship Aspirations:
Alexandra: Fights not just for victory but for redemption and to solidify her legacy.
Georgie: Seeks to prove herself by taking on established competitors, showcasing her unique blend of seduction and skill.
Bea: Eager to overcome past mistakes, Bea is in the process of establishing herself as a credible force.
Ring Styles:
Alexandra: Versatile, blending technical, brawler, and daredevil elements.
Georgie: A technical and quick style, where flexibility and patience are key.
Bea: In the learning phase, still refining her technical prowess and overall move set.
Motivations:
Alexandra: Fueled by a fiery determination for redemption and success.
Georgie: Driven by confidence and the desire to prove herself against seasoned competitors.
Bea: Motivated by growth, learning, and the pursuit of excellence.
In essence, this Triple Threat match is a collision of experience, unbridled confidence, and the eager pursuit of success. Each wrestler brings a distinct flavor, making this encounter a captivating spectacle with high stakes for all involved.
Under the stars
Just outside Houston, Tx.
10/13/23
The night air carries the low rumble of a vintage panhead motorcycle as John Strader and Alexandra ride through the quiet streets of Houston. The engine's growl is a rhythmic heartbeat, echoing the anticipation that lingers in the air. The winding roads guide them to a secluded spot, away from the city's hustle, under a canvas of stars that shimmer like diamonds. As they arrive, John cuts the engine, and the night falls into a tranquil hush. Alexandra dismounts, her leather boots hitting the ground with a soft thud. The motorcycle stands as a relic, a witness to countless rides and whispered confessions under the same celestial tapestry. They find a spot, a quiet refuge where a blanket of grass meets the canvas of the night sky. John, with the ease of familiarity, spreads the blanket, and they settle in. The stars, like ancient storytellers, twinkle above, casting a soft glow on the scene below. He nestled in behind her, wrapping his arms around her.
Alexandra looks up, her eyes tracing constellations that have seen the rise and fall of champions. The air is laced with the scent of the night, a blend of nature and exhaust, a fragrance that speaks of freedom and the open road. “I could stay right here all night and never get tired of looking up at the stars.”
John, a silhouette against the starlit horizon, breaks the silence. "High Stakes is on the horizon, Ally. What's on your mind?" he asks, a voice weathered by experience yet softened by the tenderness reserved for his cherished lover. As she had always done the same for him, both of them were well aware of the hardships of the industry. John was the son of wrestlers, just as Alexandra was from a wrestling family as well, so he understood the costs.
She takes a moment, the night's embrace coaxing forth the thoughts that linger in the corners of her mind. "It's not just a match, John. It's a culmination of battles, a crescendo in the symphony of my journey. Every win, every loss, they converge in this moment," Alexandra replies, her gaze still fixed on the cosmic expanse, before she turns to look at him. “And I plan on walking out the same way I walked in, as the Bombshell Roulette Champion. No matter what that wheel chooses is my fate at High Stakes.”
John nods, his eyes reflecting the wisdom of a seasoned warrior. "Championships come and go, Ally. What matters is the fight, the spirit that refuses to yield. High Stakes is just another chapter, another chance to etch your legacy a bit deeper into the fabric of this business. And if it helps,” he leaves a soft kiss on her cheek. “I believe in you.”
Alexandra lets out a soft chuckle and leans her head to be able to look at him. “As you have since the day we met, John.”
“As I always will.” He winks at her. “Just like you always believe in me.”
They share a sweet kiss, enjoying the moment, as they sit under the stars, the night wrapping around them like a cloak. Alexandra, with the weight of a championship on her shoulders, finds solace in the wisdom of her lover. The night unfolds, and as the conversation weaves through the threads of dreams and aspirations, the panhead stands as a silent witness, a sentinel of the road and the stories whispered under the vast expanse of the Texas sky.
