[Aleesha Jones]

Frustration.

That was the only way to describe how Aleesha had felt for the last twenty four hours. She had never been one to let someone affect her mood so poorly that it was something that she took all the way home. Wrestling and work was just that. Her home life was meant to be separate from it all and not have really anything to do with each other, but that wouldn’t be the case today. After all, she couldn’t shake this funk. This attitude. This frustration that had consumed her.

Unlocking the front door to her place. She pushed the door open and the first thing she did was just chuck her gear bag through the front door. Watching it bounce off the hardwood floor and slide until it hit the couch and stops. She walked right in, slamming the door shut behind her, and tossed her keys down on a nearby table right there by the door. Taking a few steps past the door, she rounded the corner to the left, and went right for the kitchen.

Yanking the fridge door open and pulling out a bottle of water. As she slammed that door shut, she looked up and came almost face to face with her significant other. Fable had a smile on her face, but that smile was starting to fade the moment she realized something was off.

FABLE: I was going to say welcome home and congratulations but... doesn’t look like you’re in the mood for all of that. What’s got you so grump-face?

ALEESHA: Nothing. It’s nothing!

Clearly, that was a lie. Even the way she spoke displayed frustration. It riddles the entire tone of her voice. Unscrewing the cap to the water bottle and bringing it to her lips for a quick drink.

ALEESHA: There’s no point in talking about it honestly. It’s only going to make me more frustrated. And until I get to punch that girl in her face. The frustration isn’t going to go away.

FABLE: I totally get that punching people in our line of work is something that goes without saying, but you are putting some pretty big emphasis on wanting to do that. Something clearly happened to make you this upset and bother you this much. You might think its not worth talking about, but you’d be surprised.

ALEESHA: Did you suddenly become a therapist or something during the few days I was gone?!

FABLE: No, it’s just called I’m being a concerned girlfriend and I can see that you’re truly bothered by whatever is going on. Giving you a chance to talk to someone about it, but if you want to be like that. I can just piss off.

Not another word to be said as far as she was concerned. Fable turned her back to Aleesha and made her exit from the kitchen area, Aleesha stood there for a second or two leaning against the counter. Shaking her head from side to side. This is why she had always been adamant about keeping her work and personal life separate. She was taking out how she felt about a work situation on someone she cared deeply about. By no means did Fable deserve any of that.

ALEESHA: Fable!

She pushed herself off the counter and found herself walking out of the kitchen. Taking herself down the hall a few moments later to the bedroom. There is where Fable had herself in front of her computer.

ALEESHA: Hey listen...

FABLE: No, you don’t have to explain anything to me.

ALEESHA: Come on, don't be that way. I was out of pocket for how I was acting.

FABLE: Then I suggest you learn to start checking whatever your issue is at the door.

ALEESHA: I normally do, it’s just... ugh!

A frustrated groan escaped the woman’s lips. Finding herself leaning against the wall and running her hands through her thick hair. Finally, Fable looked up from her attention and brought her attention over to Aleesha. Who now had slinked down to the floor where she was sitting just staring across the room.

ALEESHA: This last year has been so much harder than I ever expected it to be. The injury, the uncertainty of it all, being finally cleared, and fighting with everything I had to be ready to return. Fighting with everything I had to earn a shot at the championship that I never lost. Fought with all my might and left it all on the line just to become champion again. And a moment I couldn’t enjoy because of that cunt.

FABLE: Woah! Aleesha!

ALEESHA: What? It’s exactly what she is!

FABLE: Still! That’s not like you to use that type of language. Whoever this woman is, you are letting her affect your mood and mindset way too much!

ALEESHA: What would you do huh? What would you do?

Following her words. She found herself starting to stand back up. Making eye contact with the blonde that sat in the chair just to the left of her.

ALEESHA: If one of the most annoying yet selfish people literally went into business for themselves and ruined your moment? Are you trying to tell me, it wouldn’t have an affect on you or your mindset?

FABLE: No. I’m not saying that at all.

She shook her head from side to side. To signify no just as she was pushing her hands against her desk in order to stand up from the desk she was sitting at.

FABLE: But I have also been doing this a lot longer than you. Maybe not so much these days, but I got experience. I learned a long time ago that wrestling is filled with all kinds of trash people. You really can’t trust any of them. I would handle this situation one of two ways. First and foremost, if you someone can’t have proper respect for what we do and do business the right way. I would refuse to flat out do business with them. Simple as that.

ALEESHA: That’s not even going to be an option. Not when I just came back and I’ve got a championship I have defend. As much as I don’t like the woman. She did earn the title shot.

FABLE: None of that would make a difference to me. There is a code of conduct to follow in our business and once its broken by someone. It’s all bets off the table as far as I’m concerned. I’ve vacated a championship, left money on the table, or left a company over a situation like this. You don’t get to disrespect me and get away with it. But if this championship means that much to you. Then there’s the other option.

ALEESHA: And that is?

FABLE: Make them do things your way!

The look on Aleesha’s face kind of said more than enough. She was a little confused with what was being presented to her.

FABLE: They may have earned their title shot. You can’t control that, but you can control other things. You’re the champion. You decide when the title match takes place. You decide how the title match takes place. You make her play by whatever set of rules that you set forward and if she’s not willing to play by those rules. Then just give a title shot to someone else before her. Like I said you’re the champion. You call the shots. Not her.

For a few moments there was nothing but silence that filled the room. Aleesha stood there seemingly really mowing over what had just been offered to her in her head. Finally a smirk started to cross her lips. Nodding her head a little bit. Almost like it was a sign of approval.

ALEESHA: You’re a genius, babe!

FABLE: As much as I love some good praise every now and then. I’m far from a genius, but instead I am just someone that knows how to play the game that comes with our business.

ALEESHA: I’m going to keep going with genius.

She reached forward, giving Fable’s cheek a little pinch. Forcing the blonde to blush for a brief moment.

ALEESHA: This is really the best idea! This woman I am dealing with has quite literally one of the biggest egos inside the entire locker room. Despite her having done nothing at all to back up her ego or to prove why she should even have one.

FABLE: That checks out. That’s about seventy five percent of the women’s locker room when it comes to any wrestling company you work for.

ALEESHA: But I know the moment that I take away whatever leverage she thinks she has. The moment I start to put her back against the wall. As soon as I make her do things my way. She’s going to have a meltdown.

FABLE: Of course she will. People like that cannot stand when the power is being taken from them. They don’t know what to do when they don’t have control and can’t make things go the way they want.

ALEESHA: I know just what to do with this. Thank you so much!

FABLE: Eh it’s no big deal. It’s one of the many reasons I’m here. I guess.

A small chuckle escaped her. Aleesha took a step forward and pressed those black lipstick painted lips against the same cheek she had only pinched a few moments ago. Fable came in clutch in more ways than she would have understood. An instant improvement on the mood. A way to take things for the future. And providing her with a way to tap into a side of herself that she normally wouldn’t. Things were going to get interesting in the next couple of weeks.

“ NEW YEAR, SAME ME ”

Diary Entry #15
January 4th, 2025

2025 is here.

We’re only four days in and I can’t even begin to tell you. The amount of times I’ve heard new year, new me. All these new year's resolutions. All these new years goals. This isn’t just from random strangers. It comes from my inner circle of family and friends. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to be a negative nancy. I am not trying to put a damper on anyone’s mindset or the way they want to do things. All for people trying to better themselves.

At the same time the reality is 75% of the time no one follows through with those goals or resolutions. They might last for about four weeks and then fall off. Takes someone truly dedicated to actually turn things around and stay on track. I’m a dedicated person, but I’m dedicated to being exactly who I am this year as I was last year. Even the years before that. I’m happy with who I am. I’m happy with the goals I currently have. I’m happy with everything that’s going on in my life right now.

No point whatsoever for me to change things about myself or the way I go about things.  Something that’s about to be a problem for Cassie Wolfe this coming Sunday. See, I already know she’s one of those new year, new me kind of people. Why wouldn’t she be? Nothing about 2024 Cassie Wolfe worked out for her. Might as well try to see what 2025 Cassie Wolfe can do. Although, I’m afraid as much as she’s not going to want to come to terms with it. This year isn’t going to be that much different.

It’s kind of embedded in her DNA she’s not going to amount to much. And it pains me to say something like that. It pains me that I have to be so cut-throat about the woman. Especially when it comes to a fellow co-worker and someone that’s earned the right to face me here soon. But the reason I gotta be like that is because I simply cannot forget or forgive her for what she did a few weeks ago. I have not stopped thinking about it. The way she went into business for herself and made sure to ruin what was meant to be a joyous moment for me.

It just makes my blood boil. And if I’m being honest... Cassie should consider herself lucky I didn’t clean her fucking clock right then and there. But that has a lot to do with who I am and staying the same person. I keep calm. I keep myself collected. I see the bigger picture and I wait till the moment is right.
Unlike Cassie who has always in her short time with the company acted on impulse, acted on the lack of intelligence, and acted on the thought of instant gratification and self satisfaction. She’s about to find out that all of that has led her down the wrong path. Her ego is about to be bruised in a major way.

Because as of this morning. I’ve found out that Mr. Underwood has granted my request in seeing to it that the Internet Championship between Cassie and I happens a little sooner than she thought. On January 12th, 2025. I will stand across the ring from Cassie in the Main Event of Climax Control 414. This is what you wanted right, Cassie? This is why you decided to disrespect me? This is why going into business for yourself was so damn important right?! Girl, this is going to blow up in your face so bad and I’m going to be laughing the entire time.

If she wants to say I’m the bad guy in that. If she wants to call me names over that. If she wants to be bitter over that. That’s fine, it’s her right to do so. It just isn’t going to make a difference. Kind of like it won’t make a difference in her search for finding the 2025 version of herself that actually has her with a winning record. Only thing she should be focusing on is one thing and one thing only. That’s yours truly. Where it’ll be...

New Year, Same Me, and STILL Champ!

xoxo ALEESHA

There was a close up of the Bombshell Internet Championship being shown. The gold middle plate shined brightly with the name “ALEESHA” placed firmly in the middle of it. All of the sudden a hand could be seen gripping the leather on the championship and pulling it off the stand it was on. With the cameras starting to zoom out to reveal the champion herself placing that championship firmly over her shoulder in a proud display. Aleesha’s eyes narrowed to the camera as she spoke her first words.

“ This could have been about respect. This could have been about honor. . . ”

The tone of voice said it all. Aleesha was anything but pleased with the situation she found herself in. Shaking her head a little bit from side to side to match that tone of hers.

“ Yet, it’s not going to be about respect and honor. It’s not even going to be about your ‘rightful’ title shot as you like to call it, Cassie. And the reason being is because you do what you always do. You stick your fucking foot in your mouth. Make yourself so unlikable. Make yourself such a gigantic target that people want to punch in the face over and over again until you stop moving. You didn’t show me any respect. You didn’t show me any honor. Instead you broke one of the cardinal rules in wrestling and you went into business for yourself like the cunt you’ve always been. ”

With those eyes of hers. There was a certain flare to them when it even came to mentioning the name Cassie. This issue was clearly deeply rooted within her. Something that she had been dwelling on over the last few weeks. And something that was no doubt about to come to a head.

“ I know it’s such a taboo thing in our industry to peel back the curtain and let the outside world see more than they should see. It’s something my trainer drove into us that we should never do. But this time out, I think I’ll be forgiven. You see Cassie. You know as well as I know what you did was out of line. It was out of pocket. It was unforgivable. You were so determined to be the center of attention. That you had no problem taking away my moment.

A moment that I busted my ass off to have. After everything I went through. After the injury. After the uncertainty around the injury and my career. After fighting to come back and win that Bombshell Rumble. Winning back my Bombshell Internet Championship was meant to be my moment to celebrate and to feel like all the hardships were worth it. But you had to go into business for yourself. Bring your boney little ass out, prevent me from a celebration, and get in my face. And for what? ”

Aleesha raised her eyebrow just a little bit with that question. Of course anyone that knew who she was. She already had an answer or at least drew her own conclusion. To which there was no one and nothing that was going to change her mind on the matter.

“ Because you want to be seen? Because you wanted to seem like you were special? Because you wanted me to know you were coming from my title? I mean, I know you have proven time and time again. You’re not the brightest bulb in the box, Cassie. But I’m not an idiot. I was more than aware you won a contenders match -- one that is laughable at best. You didn’t actually beat anyone that was credible. Big deal you beat your tag team partner and friend? Is that supposed to be impressive?

Meant to blow my socks off? Because it’s not doing that. In fact, I’m willing to bet in that complete and utter mid-off the two of you were having. You just begged her to take the dive so the match could end. As well as so you could have more than just one win to your name. Because prior to that win. You were one and seven. But that’s neither here nor there at the end of the day. Ultimately more than anything it’s your desperate craving for attention that made you do what you did. And the worst part about it is, I don’t know why you continue to be this way. Because if you look at your entire short career here in SCW.

That desperate craving of attention has done nothing but put you in bad situation after bad situation. It has continued to make you an unlikable cunt. It has continued to blow up in your face. At no point has it ever worked out for you. Don’t believe me. Let’s run a recap on things shall we? Weren’t you the same bitch that signed a deal with SCW and instantly thought you were worth having someone answer your open challenge? Didn’t you start acting like a whiny toddler when no one answered the challenge?

All because your ego was that big and thought you deserved that kind of attention. That did you no favors at all. Then when you finally got yourself your first match under the Sin City Wrestling banner. You found yourself standing across the ring from Prudence Pierce. A woman who has quite frankly fallen off in a significant way. To the point a lot of people see her as the resident punching bag of this division. Those same people would have classified it as an easy win for you, but what happened Cassie? Hmmm?

You lost! You tapped out! What was meant to be an easy victory fed right to you. You couldn’t get the job done. It doesn't end there though, does it? Aren’t you also someone that ran your mouth far too much about one person in particular to the point that they didn’t just beat you? No, they took it further than a submission victory or a pinfall when they knocked you out cold in the middle of the ring. Quite literally embarrassing you in the worst way possible if you ask me. Yet, you learned nothing from that situation. ”

For a brief moment the woman found herself pausing. A simple roll of her eyes could be seen.

“ Not that it’s much of a surprise at this point Cassie. Every situation you have been in with your career here. You’ve learned nothing from it. Not even a little something, and as much as I could go on and on about your career. As much as I could talk about how much of a flop it has been. As much as I could talk about how much of a joke you have allowed yourself to become. And as much as I could bring up fact after fact. I won’t because I know it’ll just turn out to be a giant waste of my time.

Reason being is because as much as you are desperate for attention. You’re also just as desperate to be a victim in everything. You are so quick to spin a narrative. So quick to try and make people feel sorry for you. So quick to try and blame others for what’s happening. Even when it’s clear as day. You are the one that started all the bullshit. You tried it with me. Only thing is babygirl. I’m not going to let that shit slide. I’m not going to allow you to paint yourself as a victim. You will get no sympathy as long as I have a say. ”

Once again Aleesha could be seen shaking her head from one side to the other. Every bit of what she said had some truth to it. Even if it was something that Cassie wanted to deny. Facts were very much presented and didn’t pay her in the light she wanted. Readjusting that championship on her shoulder to make sure it stayed the focal point as she continued on.

“ That desperate crave for attention came out the moment I proposed that this match take place before Inception. Frothing at the mouth and quick to say something on twitter. You know the place that you can’t seem to live without. The place you spend most of your time and the place where your mouth has written checks your ass couldn’t cash. You really thought you were doing something with your little tweets by saying I’m mad and throwing out a challenge the way you want it to be. Like you get to call the shots. Babygirl, you’re not the champion.

You’re just the challenger and not a vitable one at that. You don’t get to call the shots, but I sure as hell do. That’s why you got ignored. That’s why you didn’t get an answer to your bullshit challenge. This is going to go my way and my way only. Not to mention, I’m a grown ass woman. I’m not going to go back and forth on a social media app with someone that wants to act like a juvenile and carry herself with a little kid mindset. Besides... since you were so quick to go into business for yourself and so quick to get my attention as the next challenger. You’d assume you’d be all about the championship match sooner.

Yet, you didn’t answer my challenge. You seemed very hesitant about the match happening sooner than Inception. And like I said you even tried to bully me into doing things the way you wanted to do them. Which tells me more than you might think it does. Truth be told Cassie. I know exactly why you took the approach that you did. You’re going to lie and tell the world it’s because you earned your shot at the title for Inception and that you want it to take place at the Supercard so the moment is bigger. But that’s not what it is at all, Cassie. ”

She licked her lips just a little just as an almost sarcastic smirk began to form right on over them.

“ First of all. My fans and Sin City Wrestling fans overall deserve better. Not a goddamn chance I want to waste my time or their time facing you at Inception. Supercards are where the money is sweetheart. That’s where the moments are made. That’s where history goes down. That’s where the big time players play. You are not money. You are not a moment maker. You are never going to be someone that makes history. And you damn sure aren’t a big time player. Never have been, never will be.

As a matter of fact. Cassie. I’m so damn confident in that statement. I could get hurt, be forced to retire again, or hell... I could decide you know what. I don’t want to do this anymore. Walk away from this company and this industry. I will still have accomplished more and have more meaning as a while in just little over a year than you WILL EVER do in your entire career. Mark my words there will never be a time or place where the name Cassie Wolfe actually matters.

And it’s fine if that gets under your skin. It’s fine if it pisses you off. If it doesn’t then I have no doubt that this will. Circling back around to why you wanted to duck this challenge and why you didn’t want this championship match to happen soon. It’s because deep-deep down in the pit of your gut. Under all that over inflated ego. Under that stupidness and foolish behavior. Under all that bullshit where you think you’re clever with your little quips and puns. You’re scared.

You’re scared of me. You’re scared of the consequences, because you know you fucked up. You are absolutely afraid of getting in the ring with me. You don’t want to be exposed. You don’t want to have your head taken off. You don’t want to lose one of the only chances you will ever have at the Internet Championship. But the reality is you know you’re going to lose. You know you cannot beat me. You know another loss is coming your way.

Bringing you dangerously close to being a bigger laughing stock than your family member, Krystal was. All along Cassie. I have been able to read you like a book. I have been able to see right past all the smoke and mirrors. But like I said you get no sympathy from me. Despite all that I know. I’m still going to dog walk your ass from one side of the ring to the other. I am still going to embarrass you. I am still going to make sure you get every bit of me and then some. And yes, I am still leaving with this. ”

Her fingernails tapped on the golden plate of that championship that sat on her shoulder. Allowing herself to take a brief moment and look right at the championship. Her smirk somehow gets a little bigger when seeing her reflection in the shine of the gold. Bringing her eyes back to the cameras then.

“ Get all those pep-talks from your nobody ass trainer, Josha. Cut all the same boring generic recycled promos you want. Repeat the same stupid insults and falling flat out ass catchphrases till your heart's content. Because none of it. Not a single bit of it is going to matter. And then when this is all over with. You can continue to show how predictable you are. Hop right on the Elon machine. Tweet some trash ass inspirational type quote that helps paint you as a victim. But the moment you log off. You’re going to find yourself a corner and you’re going to weep. You’re going to cry. You’re going to finally realize your career is in the dumps with no chance of ever coming out of it! ”

With that statement came such an aggressive tone. Aleesha exposed herself with just how irritated she was, but at the same time how much pride she had in wanting to make all of this happen. Taking a few steps forward towards the cameras. All while lifting the Bombshell Internet Championship off her shoulder and holding it up to the camera.

“ From the start Cassie. I said this could have been about honor. This could have been about respect. We could’ve had ourselves a great match. One that would be talked about for quite some time, but instead you took the route you did. You went into business for yourself. You essentially spit in my face. Therefore you’ve left me with no other option, but to go into business for myself and make sure you understand that this right here is the closest you will ever get to seeing championship gold. Hope you enjoy rotting in the bed that you made for yourself, bitch! ”

That smirk of hers was a small focal point for a moment. As it sent quite the message it needed to send to one, Cassie Wolfe. Cameras then found themselves shifting over from her back to the championship. Getting that final close up shot to let it be known what was on the line. Before that shot finally faded to black leaving people waiting for what was sure to be a knock down drag out fight.