Happy Halloween!
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Texas
Alexandra Calaway’s sprawling mansion in Dallas, adorned with elaborate Halloween decor, from fog rolling over the perfectly manicured lawn to lifelike gargoyles perched on the gates, casting eerie shadows under the moonlight. Orange and purple lights illuminate the exterior, giving the mansion a haunted, gothic glow.
Inside, Alexandra has spared no expense, transforming her home into a dark, glamorous spectacle of Halloween extravagance. The grand foyer is draped in black and red velvet with silver candelabras casting flickering lights over life-sized skeletons posed as if dancing. High, arched ceilings give way to cobweb-covered chandeliers, and haunting classical music plays softly in the background. A massive black widow spider is projected onto the walls, crawling slowly and eliciting gasps from guests who catch it out of the corner of their eyes. She had her celebration a bit early, knowing Miles and Carter had plans with other’s for the actual holiday. And she had to work.
At the center of it all, Alexandra herself stands by the marble staircase, dressed like a fierce dark queen—her outfit a stunning blend of gothic Victorian and modern glam. Her long, dark hair flows over her shoulders, her makeup smoky and fierce, with a crown reminiscent of thorny branches. Standing beside her is LJ, dressed as a rugged, yet charming vampire lord, his aura commanding yet playful as he shares a drink with Alexandra, exchanging glances filled with unspoken chemistry. And little Ashlynn is nearby, dressed as a mischievous little witch, her costume complete with a miniature cauldron filled with candy, delighting in “casting spells” on guests.
Ashlynn holds up her cauldron to Miles. “There’s my favorite person! Miles! I made sure to save all the best candy for you!”
Miles beaming, bends a bit to look it over. “Ashlynn, you’re spoiling me! Let’s see what goodies you’ve got for me this time.” He reaches into the cauldron and pulls out a few pieces, pretending to examine each one carefully. “Yep, you’ve got impeccable taste. All the chocolate and sour candies, huh? You know me too well.”
Ashlynn grins. “I know, that’s why I didn’t give you any of the yucky candy. LJ almost took your gummy worms, but I told him they’re for you.”
LJ playfully nudged Miles with a smirk. “Hey, I was just testing the quality control. Can’t be too careful with Halloween candy, you know?”
Miles laughs, shaking his head. “Ashlynn’s right. I’m onto you, little bro— dont be trying to steal my stash!” He gives Ashlynn a fist bump “Thanks for looking out for me, kiddo.”
Carter, smiling at the scene, turns to Alexandra “You know, I think we’re all here for the candy stash Ashlynn’s been guarding. But seriously, Alex, you’ve outdone yourself. This place is unreal—are we sure you didn’t get some actual ghosts to haunt the place?”
Alexandra gives a chuckle, glancing at the decor “What can I say? I might’ve called in a few favors. But really, it’s all for the family.” She looks over at Miles and Ashlynn with a warm smile. “Though Ashlynn’s candy collection does seem to be stealing the show tonight!”
Ashlynn with a mischievous grin, clutching her cauldron close “It’s my Halloween stash! Miles is the only one who gets any.”
Miles feigning serious contemplation “I feel honored, really. Now, Ash, you’re gonna help me hide these from Carter, right?”
Carter raising his hands in mock surrender “Hey, don’t look at me! I wouldn’t dare come between you and your candy pact.”
LJ wraps an arm around Alexandra. “I hear she’s got more candy stashed around here than we know what to do with, anyway. Seriously, Angel, this party is going down in history.”
Miles nods in agreement “Absolutely. It’s only Halloween, but it feels like we’re at some next-level red carpet event. You’ve really outdone yourself, Lexi.”
Alexandra grinning, leaning into LJ “Couldn’t have done it without my crew. Or the best candy distributor in the business,” she winks at Ashlynn, who beams back proudly.
Suddenly, a ghastly ghost—part of the mansion’s decor—swoops down with a loud, eerie wail, startling everyone for a split second.
Ashlynn giggling, hugs Miles “It’s just for show, Miles. No need to be scared!”
Miles playfully gasping, clutching his chest “Me? Scared? Never! You just keep that candy stash close in case I need backup!”
Ashlynn giggled harder than ever. “I’ve got you covered, don’t worry.”
Carter laughing, throwing an arm around Miles’ shoulders “We’re in good hands, apparently. Guess we’ll stick close to Ashlynn if things get spooky.”
The group shares a laugh, with Alexandra and LJ exchanging a quick, affectionate look, grateful for these moments with family and friends. As the night unfolds, Alexandra mingles through the crowd of wrestlers, celebrities, and family friends, greeting each guest with her signature charm. LJ is close by, exchanging laughs and stories with the guests, his arm around her waist when they’re together, both enjoying their roles as Halloween’s unofficial king and queen.
The living room is transformed into a dark enchanted forest, filled with mystical decor, from faux mist and towering fake trees with eyes that blink ominously, to tables loaded with Halloween-themed hors d'oeuvres, from “finger” sandwiches to “blood” cocktails. A DJ booth in the corner pumps out both Halloween classics and rock hits, and dancers dressed as ghostly apparitions drift through the crowd, creating an eerie yet exhilarating energy.
Midway through the night, Alexandra, LJ, and Ashlynn gather guests in the mansion’s grand ballroom, where they announce the night’s highlight—a Halloween costume contest. Ashlynn takes her role as the judge very seriously, her eyes wide with excitement as she evaluates each entrant, often holding up a “magic” wand to “rate” their costumes with a flash of light.
The evening builds to a climax with a planned “haunted tour” led by Alexandra herself, where guests are guided through the mansion's spookiest rooms, each decorated with unique scares. LJ and a few friends periodically “jump out” at the group, sending shrieks of excitement through the crowd. Ashlynn, holding Alexandra’s hand, is delighted by the theatrics and thrills.
At midnight, Alexandra, LJ, and Ashlynn stand on the balcony overlooking the foyer and toast to their friends and family, proclaiming it the most thrilling night they’ve ever hosted. The room roars with applause, laughter, and cheers, Alexandra and LJ sharing a loving look as Ashlynn happily waves at the crowd below. The night is a perfect blend of spooky and unforgettable, leaving guests to rave about it for years
Desert Rose
Sonoran Desert
Tucson, Arizona
The camera opens on Alexandra Calaway standing in the stunning Sonoran Desert, the sun setting behind her and casting vibrant hues across the sky. Towering saguaro cacti surround her, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere. The camera zooms in on her determined expression as she prepares to confront the weight of her past and the challenges ahead. Alexandra Calaway versus Julianna DiMaria 2.0: Here we go again.
"This is where it all comes to a head, Julianna. Out here, in the raw beauty of the desert, it's just me and the elements. No distractions, no crowds to placate, just the reality of what I’m facing—and that’s you. You, who thought you could stand in my way, who thought you could define my journey. You hold that Internet Championship like it’s some badge of honor, but to me, it’s just a shiny distraction for you — and a reminder of what I have to cut through to reach my true goal. You see, after I remove you from my path I will move on to face off against two of the baddest women on the block."
She takes a deep breath, the vastness of the desert landscape reflecting her inner turmoil and determination. The golden sun dips lower, the shadows growing longer, and she licks her lips as she continues.
"When I came into Sin City Wrestling, I had dreams of becoming a champion, a force to be reckoned with. To show everyone what my friend Miles had been talking about when he hyped me up here. But my first shot at that Bombshell World Championship? You were the one standing in my way, Julianna. You walked away with the SCW Bombshell World Championship like it was your birthright, leaving me lying on the mat, wondering where it all went wrong. You might have had the victory that night, but it was never about the win for you; it was about proving to yourself that you could keep me down, that you could put me in my place. But what you didn’t realize is that I learned from that defeat. I took that pain and turned it into fuel."
She takes a moment to pause, thinking over their history. She had tried so hard to prove to everyone that she was worthy of the shot. And she had countless times over. Even when Julianna tried to steal her moment.
“Then the next time we were in the ring you took it upon yourself to throw your worthless carcass over my body to assist me in pinning Harper to the mat, as if I needed your fucking help. I didn’t need your help to defeat Harper, she had done that enough for us. She had already instilled that doubt in herself. She defeated herself. You just wanted the glory. You wanted to say that YOU pinned her. Which means one thing I didn’t need you, you needed me. You needed the glory my win brought us. You needed to steal my spotlight. I’m glad you enjoyed that brief moment in my story. You’re welcome. I shared it with you. Congratulations. Bravo..”
She pauses, her eyes narrowing as she recalls the sting of that loss, the way it drove her to become stronger, faster, and more determined than ever. Slowly she clapped for what Julianna had done in that match.
"Fast forward to now, and I’m standing here, once again, ready to face you. This round, this match with you, it’s different. I’m not just looking for a win; I’m looking to destroy the illusion you’ve built around yourself. You’re nothing but a ghost from my past, a specter of my first bif title shot here in Sin City Wrestling. You beat me once, but that was then, and this is now. I’ve fought through the fire and learned from my failures. I held the Bombshell Roulette Championship, for a record time. I’ve turned pain into power and losses into wins. Because let’s be real—if you actually knew me, you'd see just how fired up I've been lately. But you don’t, and honestly, I get it; to you, I’m just another face in the crowd."
The wind whispers through the cacti, mirroring Alexandra's unsettled thoughts. She takes a deep breath, grounding herself, remembering every step that led her to this moment—the battles, the grit, the grind. This industry is a rollercoaster of highs and lows; some days, you feel unstoppable, and on others, you’re barely hanging on. That’s just the nature of professional wrestling.
“At Collision Control, Julianna, it’s not just about proving anything to you. It’s about proving it to everyone who’s ever doubted me, to anyone who’s ever sized me up and thought I didn’t have what it takes. I’ve fought through tough wins and crushing losses, and now I’m facing Alicia Lukas and Andrea Hernandez with the Bombshell World Championship on the line. I know what’s at stake, and I can’t let you derail me now. I can’t let you destroy the momentum I’ve started. You may have the Bombshell Internet Championship, you can be in that spot, complacent, but that means nothing when I step into that ring with you. This match is my opportunity to show everyone that I’m not just a contender; I’m the one to watch. I’m the one who deserves to be in that title picture. But you can rest your pretty little head with the knowledge that my sights are set on a title, bigger than that one. One that you yourself have held. And maybe, I can show everyone that when I beat you, the next time I go up against Kayla, and know that it will happen, I’ll do what you couldn’t. What I almost did already, which was push Kayla over that ledge and dethrone the Queen of Sin City Wrestling."
She clenches her jaw, her voice steady and gaining strength with every word.
"You like to act like you're better than everyone, but the truth is, you're just a stepping stone on my way to the top. You think your title gives you leverage over me? Think again. You don’t define my legacy, Julianna. You’re nothing more than a reminder of who I used to be—the woman who held back, who didn’t go far enough, who was still figuring out what it took to be on top here in Sin City Wrestling. But I’m done looking back. I’m done letting you or anyone else dictate what I can and cannot achieve. I can only hope that Alicia Lukas and Andrea Hernandez are watching our match. I hope they see what’s in store for them in Flagstaff. Because High Stakes will be MY time."
The camera captures the sunset, the sky transitioning into darker shades, mirroring the depth of Alexandra’s resolve. She steps closer to the camera, her intensity palpable.
"Out here, in this desert, I feel a connection to the ground beneath me. It's solid, unyielding—just like the path I'm on. You might think you have the upper hand because of everything we've been through, but trust me, all it takes is one spark to start a wildfire. And right now, I am that spark. I'm here to set things straight, to remind you—and everyone at Sin City Wrestling—that I'm not some complacent anymore. I’m a fighter now, ready to claw my way to what I deserve. Your past victories, your so-called superiority? They don’t overshadow me anymore.
She turns, eyes focused on the horizon, where the last rays of sunlight struggle against the darkening sky.
"I've trained harder than ever, pushed myself past every limit, and sacrificed everything to get here. I've put in the hours, day after day, refusing to give up, refusing to be anything less than relentless. Every bruise, every drop of sweat, every tear has been proof of my determination. And now, I'm standing right on the edge of what I've been fighting for. I’m standing at the precipice of my dreams. I’m here to start a wildfire.And right now, I’m that igniter. I’m here to set things straight and show you, and everyone in SCW, that I’m not some rookie anymore. I’m a fighter, ready to go all in for what I’ve earned. I won’t let your past victories or your so-called superiority overshadow me."
She pauses, turning to look out as the last rays of sunlight struggle to pierce through the coming darkness.
"I’ve trained harder than ever, pushed past every limit, and sacrificed more than you’ll ever know to get here. Every bruise, every drop of sweat, every single tear—it’s all proof of the grit that got me here. And now, I’m standing right on the edge of what I’ve dreamed of for so long. I have a chance to claim that World Title, and you’re simply once again, in my way."
She faces the camera again, her expression fierce and unyielding.
"I will not let you, or anyone else, take that opportunity from me. You’re a fading star in a division that’s ready to shine brighter than ever, and I’m the one leading the charge. You may currently hold that Internet Championship, but I will be the one to remind you that it was just a pit stop on my road to the top. You want to play games? You want to show up and act like you’re still a contender? Fine. But know this: I’m coming for you, and I will take you down. You will not stop me; you will not define my journey. I’m ready to carve my own path, and if that means I have to take you out, then so be it."
She takes another moment to pause, letting the things she has said sink into the earth, into the heads of everyone listening, because let’s face it, everyone would see this. Sin City Wrestling was a hot topic everywhere.
"When I step into that ring with you, I’m not just fighting for myself; I’m fighting for every single person who has ever doubted me. I’m fighting for every moment I’ve spent training, every drop of blood I’ve shed, every sacrifice I’ve made. I’m fighting for my little girl, for my family. This isn’t just about winning a match; it’s about proving to the world that I am worthy of that championship. I will not let you stand in my way any longer. I’m coming for you, Julianna, and I won’t stop until I’ve taken the win from you. Just like I won’t stop until I have taken the win from Kayla Richards. I’m just cheeky like that."
The camera zooms in on her fierce expression as she leans closer, her voice low and filled with determination.
"I will not be overlooked any longer. I’m done playing the role of the underdog. It’s never been my thing. This is my time, my moment to shine, and I will not let you take it from me. You may have had your victories, but they’re nothing compared to the storm that’s coming your way. I’m ready to unleash my fury, and when that bell rings, it’s not just a match—it’s war. I’ll show you and everyone else that I’m a force to be reckoned with. This time, it’s my turn to rise."
The camera lingers on Alexandra, the last light of the sun casting a fiery glow across her face, her eyes sharp and unyielding, framed by shadows that stretch out like specters of the past she’s ready to vanquish. She watches as LJ moves around behind the camera. The wo
"This is more than a match, Julianna—this is absolution," she growls, her voice raw with a depth honed from countless battles. "You can hold onto that Internet Championship like it’s your lifeline, your last shred of glory. But I’m not here for crumbs; I’m here to devour the whole damn feast. Every step you take in that ring, every breath you draw—it’s all borrowed time. Because, Julianna, when that bell rings, I’m not coming at you as the same woman you beat before. I’m a storm you’ve never faced, a reckoning you can’t escape, and when I’m done, there won’t be enough left of you to recognize."
A sudden gust of wind sends a flurry of sand swirling around her, as if the desert itself is stirring in response to her fury. She doesn’t flinch; instead, she lifts her chin, facing the elements with the same steely resolve she’ll bring to the ring.
"You think you’re a champion because of that title around your waist? No, Julianna. Champions are forged in fire, in moments where everything is on the line, in battles that demand blood, sweat, and tears. I’ve fought through hell to get here, dragging myself from the ashes every single time, and I’ve built something stronger than gold—an unbreakable will. While you cling to your past, I’ve been sharpening my edge, pushing my limits, preparing for this moment. And now, when we clash, you’ll finally see what true hunger looks like. I will eclipse everything you thought you were."
She steps closer to the camera, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper.
"When that final bell tolls, and I’m standing over you, the whole world will see that you were nothing more than a stepping stone in the path to my empire. Your championship, your legacy—it will crumble, left in the dust of this desert, just another relic of the past that I’ve outgrown.”
As the last slivers of sunlight dip below the horizon, Alexandra stands alone against the darkening sky, her silhouette blazing with purpose, her eyes set not just on a victory but on complete domination.
"I’m not coming for your respect. I’m coming to tear down everything you’ve built, to burn away the illusions you hide behind, and to leave you with nothing but the bitter taste of regret. This is my moment, Julianna. I am the storm on your horizon, the reckoning you never saw coming. And when it’s all over, the only thing that will remain is the echo of my victory and the ashes of everything you once held dear."
As the darkness settles around her, she stands tall, a beacon of determination in the desolate beauty of the desert, ready to face Julianna DiMaria and claim her destiny. The scene fades to black, leaving the audience with a sense of impending confrontation and the undeniable fire of Alexandra’s resolve.
