[Christian Underwood]

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[Aleesha Jones]

Las Vegas. . .

That was a place where so much could happen. In retrospect your life could change in Sin City. Now whether it changed positively or negatively? Well that all depended on your luck. Oddly enough luck was a big part of life. Even if a lot of people didn’t want to believe in it. Thankfully in this scenario there was someone that did believe in luck. With the cameras finding themselves opening up the current shot. A very familiar face was seen.

Sitting right there at a slot machine wearing a platinum gold dress and with a martini in hand was none other than the Bombshell Internet Champion herself. Taking a quick sip from her glass, her eyes happened to find the cameras off to the left of her. Finishing that small sip as a smile overcame her entire expression.

“ Unfortunately gambling money has never been my strong suit. ”

She shook her head a little bit. Swinging her legs out from the chair she sat in while starting to rise to her feet. Keeping her eyes laser focused on what was before her.

“ However, I have always been successful when it came to gambling on myself. I have always been able to go all in on myself and it works out in my favor. In more particular when it came to my wrestling career. I have never exactly been shy about my life. I grew up in a home where everything about who I am was not accepted. Strict parents meant not having a social life because they were fearful of me being introduced to drugs and alcohol. There was no dating whatsoever. Nevermind the fact I was attracted to both men and women. I’d be going to hell where I’d burn for my sins.

As far as having a job and a career went. That was pretty much out of the question. Both parents felt I should just meet a good Christian man. Pop out a couple kids and be a housewife. There was no point as far as they were concerned for me to have dreams or goals for myself. Because that’s what they believed my life should be. Therefore the idea of being a wrestler was never put on on the table to them. I already knew what the answer would be. Crazy to think that we live in a world like that where people exist. But I knew that wasn’t a life for me. I knew what I needed to do. ”

A simple little shrug of the champion’s shoulders painted quite the picture when it came to her words. Very much an independent mindset. People may not have believed in her, but she was going to always believe in herself.

“ We fast forward a little bit. I had to figure it out on my own when it came to wrestling school. There was no one there to support me financially. There was no one to support me emotionally. No one to root me on and tell me I was making the right choice and that I could make it through. It was just me, myself, and I. Then when I finally found a school. It’s not like I was liked by my peers. Many of them felt I was too young to be signing up. Many of them thought I was doing it for the fame and not for the love of the game. None of my fellow peers thought I would make it through day one. Let alone graduate from the class. And as it turns out... I was the only one to ever graduate from that class. ”

Aleesha couldn’t help but let a giggle escape her lips. Not that she could be blamed that was something to be proud of especially considering what she experienced.

“ And then when I finally got here in Sin City Wrestling. No one. Literally no one thought I would be anything special. As a matter of fact, most people thought I’d be gone within the first month. In my first match with Ariana Angelos. I can’t tell you all the comments I read online about how I didn’t stand a chance. I was out of my league. She was a former champion. She’d bulldoze right past me. And then I went on to beat her. Pretty convincingly might I add. That didn’t get people to see anything in me. No, instead they went back on everything they said. They said Ariana was trash. Anyone and everyone beats her. That I shouldn’t consider it anything special to win a match against her.

My next match was against Eiley. Again everyone said I didn’t stand a chance. She was the new face of the division. She had such a promising career. She was going to take the Bombshell Division to new heights. Help take this company into new directions. Everyone clung to the Eiley train, it was crazy to see. Then I went on to beat her. But what did people have to say about that? It was nothing to do with giving me my flowers. Instead it was people talking about how it was a fluke, how I got lucky, and how I couldn’t do it again. The next time we faced she’d mop the floor with me. But I still kept my head down. I still kept grinding.

I still kept putting my best foot forward. Not letting people and their opinions get to me. Eventually I got a shot at the Bombshell Internet Champion. To which I won that championship. Again against all odds and with no one believing in me. I did it. Just some random girl from North Carolina was a champion, but even after winning. No one gave me the respect I deserved. No one gave me true props. No one said you know what we were wrong about her. Nah instead you got the former cunt champion saying she didn't care about the championship to begin with. Doing what she could to discredit me. Instead of just admitting she got her ass beat. And everyone else saying I wouldn’t hold the championship long. ”

Based on the tone of her voice. It was pretty clear that these opinions of her had gotten under her skin a little bit. Stuff that she had buried deep down, bubbling the surface, and being forced to relive. However this was all part of her story to how she got here.

“ They were right. However not for the reasons they expected. It isn’t that I lost the title. I was injured. I went down with a concussion. One that was so severe it kept me on the sidelines for over a year. That’s when I had to hear people say I couldn’t handle the pressure of being a champion. That’s when I had to hear people say I wasn’t cut out to be a wrestler. That’s when I had to hear people say my body and my mind were weak and frail. That may have been the most difficult thing to hear. Because it wasn’t true. Accidents happen. They do. But this is all I ever wanted. It’s all I worked hard to have. To hear that shit? It really played a role in my mental health. As if the injury itself wasn’t bad enough.

But again, I bet on myself. I put the chips all in on myself. I gave it everything that I had. I mean literally everything I had to get cleared. To be able to get back in the ring. To be able to once again go after the dream I had ever since I was a little girl watching wrestling at my grand-parents house. It was a long tiring road. And sure, I admit there were times I felt like giving up. There were times I thought about just accepting things for how they were. Times where I even let doubt made me believe it was all over, but at the same time I knew there was no one else to believe in me. It was just me and I got right back in the mindset I needed to be in. Now here I am. Back and better than ever. ”

Those last few words that she spoke. She seemed to put all that emotion back in check and she spoke with a certain level of confidence to her. Almost like there wasn’t anything or anyone could do to change her mindset when it came to her believing that she was truly back and better than she was the first time around.

“ Of course the return at High Stakes. There was a good position of fans excited to see me back. But it was mostly negative when it came to my fellow peers as it has been this entire time. I was accused of jumping ahead of others that were supposedly working hard for their spots. I was accused of taking a spot from others and accused of holding them down with my return. When in reality all I did was come back in a Battle Royal. It was open to anyone and everyone. Fair game to all the women of wrestling across the board, but I got heat. I had negative things said about me. Sorry, it wasn’t a battle royal just filled with Cassie Wolfe, Harper Mason, Brooke Shields, Krystal Wolfe, and Jesse Salco.

I know it's what the lot would have wanted so they could actually have a chance at winning anything around here for a change. But just because you weren’t good enough to beat me. Doesn’t mean that I took anyone’s spot or that I held someone down. Maybe you should look within and figure out how to get better instead of constantly sticking your foot in your mouth. Point is I won the battle royal. I warned my championship shot and I chose to go after the Bombshell Internet Championship that was held by Bella Madison. The moment I made that decision clear. It was met with backlash. Met with people saying I didn’t deserve it. Had people saying the same old things that I couldn’t get the job done.

I even had to hear a braindead bitch sit there and say that I faked an injury a year ago. To get out of having to lose that championship to someone better than me. This moron really put it out there in the universe that I faked an injury and in putting it out there. She actually had other brain dead people start to believe what she said and back her up on it. Like, I get that people in the wrestling business are usually shitty people and I get a lot of them cut corners. But that is so disrespectful to say about me. Because I would never ever do something like that. Anything to tear me down. It’s insane, but I can’t wait to see that bitch forever be in limbo purgatory for her entire career.

Anyway, It was pretty much unanimous that no one thought I would manage to beat Bella and take back the championship that I never lost. Yet, here I stand as your Bombshell Internet Champion. Here I stand as the woman that was able to dethrone Bella Madison. Here I stand as an undefeated woman on the roster. And maybe more importantly than anything else. Here I stand as a woman that has always believed in herself, who has managed to meet every goal she’s ever set for herself, and accomplished every dream she’s ever had. I have stood up in the face of every hater. I have taken every bit of those rude and crude comments on the chin. Just to come out every bit as good as I believed I was. ”

Pausing for a moment, she nodded her head a little with that verbal pat to her own back. Might be something that got under the skin of people. At this point though, it was clear she wouldn’t be bother how someone felt. It was time that she made people see just how good she was. And she’d keep cramming it down their throat until they accepted it.

“ Bella. . . I bring all of that up so you understand what you are going up against with a woman like myself. I am used to having my back against the wall. I am used to being told I can’t do something. Used to having people tell me I can’t do something. Meanwhile, you aren’t a woman that has had to deal with any of that. Now don’t get me wrong. You and I aren’t the same person. I get that. Your trials and tribulations were bound to be different from mine. But when you decided this is what you wanted to do with your life. You had your mother. You had your father in your corner. They gave you that emotional support you needed as a young woman first entering this business.

Not only did you have their emotional support. You had their physical and financial support. They had a major hand in training you and helping mold you into the woman that you would later become in this business. At no point did you ever feel like you were alone when you first came up. At no point did you ever feel like you were doing it alone either. And that’s not to take a stab at you. Not at all. I am happy for you that you had that support. I am even happier that you became your own person in the end and didn’t act like every other second or third generation star. You used the tools they helped you with to become everything you ever wanted to be and stood out on your own.

I’m just saying your path was better molded. And then when you arrived here in Sin City Wrestling. It was very rare that anyone said anything truly bad about you.  The ones that did were the ones that truly never mattered. There weren't fans telling you that you wouldn’t make it. There weren't people in the locker room telling you that you didn’t belong. You didn’t have to hear people tell you left and right that you would never be anything or that you were just a flash in the pan. No, you pretty much walked into this place and were given respect. Treated like royalty almost. Again a lot to do with your background. Not that I blame you. I’m not bitter or jealous. I’m thrilled that you were accepted the way you were. ”

Once again Aleesha just stood there nodding her head a bit. Keeping that very proud-like expression featured on her face.

“ If we are being honest with each other Bella. The only person that ever stood in your way of achieving your goals and your dreams was you. There were times it was clear you didn’t have the same confidence in yourself that fans had in you. There were times it was clear you didn’t believe in yourself the way that Mark and Christian did. There were times where it was clear where you fell short only because you didn’t seem to carry yourself in high regard like your fellow locker room did. You were the only one to blame for that. If it wasn’t for those self moments of doubt. I’ve got no problem in saying you should have already been the World Bombshell Champion. You should have held the Roulette Championship a few times. And you’d been Bombshell Internet Champion well before you were.

But despite all of that. You overcame those odds eventually and it did earn you the Bombshell Internet Championship. That was until I took it. And I know, I know without a shadow of a doubt that left a sour taste in your mouth. I know that even if you won’t say it outright. You have some hatred and you have some resentment towards me because of it. That’s fine. I understand it and expect it. I don’t blame you even a little bit for wanting to knock my block off for taking everything from you. Especially in the manner that I did. We found ourselves in a match where we didn’t really get to showcase our true talent. We didn’t really get to go out there and mix it up as wrestlers. If I would have been in your position where I lost just because someone claimed a Christmas tree faster than me? Yeah I’d be snapping off. ”

Her face twisted up in a small little grimace. The thought of that was a little on the painful side to her. That wouldn’t be any way a true wrestler would want to win or lose.

“ Good news is. The powers that be listen to us. The powers that be are giving us a chance to run this back. They’re giving us a chance to show what type of wrestlers we can be. All for the sake of being the Bombshell Internet Champion. And as much as that might piss off one or two particular people. Oh fucking well. We deserve to have this rematch and we deserve to have this moment.  I just need you to do two things for me, Bella. They’re two very important things. The first one being I need you to be at your best. ”

Aleesha’s eyes found themselves narrowing just a little.

“ I need you to be the best version of yourself. I need you to be every bit as good as people have hyped you up to be. I need you to be this Bella Madison that I have heard about time and time again. This fearless woman that is without a shadow of a doubt one of the best women’s wrestlers on this roster when she’s in her bag. I don’t want this version of you I faced last time where you got inside your head and started to think I or anyone else saw you as a transitional champion. I don’t want this version of you that runs to social media and puts out pity party tweets about being a fluke. I don’t want any of that. I want you at your best. I want you to swing for the fences. I want to feel every single punch. I want to question whether or not I am missing teeth when I get punched in the mouth. I want to actually feel like my entire reign as champion is in danger. If you’re as good as I’ve heard. If you’re as good as they say. If you’re as good as I’ve seen. Then I know you can find this version of yourself! ”

Nodding her head with such a confidence to her words. It wasn’t very often in today’s day of wrestling where a champion truly wanted their best out of a challenger. In fact most champions would care to take the easy route. The route that would have him on top longer. Not Aleesha, it’s not how she had ever been and she wasn’t about to start.

“ I want the best Bella because it goes hand in hand with the second thing I need from you. That second thing is you need to understand what you are getting yourself into. You need to understand I’m not going to have pity for you. You need to understand that I am not going to take your feelings into consideration. You need to understand that I have thrived off having everyone against me. Therefore I expect it this time and it’s going to motivate me more. You need to understand that I have no choice but to bet on myself like I have so many times in the past. You need to understand I’ve got no choice but to put the chips all in on myself. Go big or go home mentality is what I am coming to this match with. You need to understand that I am going to be the best version of myself. I am going to be the best wrestler that I can be. I am going to aim to take your head off. Hell, I am literally going to aim to do whatever the hell it takes to keep this championship right where it’s at! ”

Her eyes remained narrowed for the second. She was a woman that continued to stand her ground. Continued to let it be known just how much she believed in herself. There was no one, quite literally no one that could make her lose that self confidence. It was the only thing to get her through.

“ You bring your best and you understand what you are up against. Then I’ve got no doubt in my mind that the two of us are going to go out there and have the best match of the night. Let that piss people off. Let that get under their skin. I hope it does and I hope it makes people start to wake up around here. Start to do better and show what they are truly capable of. Because as much judgement has been passed on me these almost two years I’ve been around. Not very many people who had shit to say about me has ever been better than me. Nor have they been better than you, Bella.

If we meet each other with everything we got. If we go out there and just beat the hell out of each other. If we go out there and steal the show. Then you can bet your behind. That no matter how the night ends; whether it be I leave with the championship. Or you become the first woman to ever beat me and leave with the title you so desperately want back. I will have no problem standing there. Shaking your hand. Giving you all the props you deserve. I just hope that you would have the same mindset. Guess, we’ll find out soon enough. See ya at Inception. ”

Following those words Aleesha made one last look at the cameras. Offering them a little wink. That almost seemed symbolic in a way. Bringing that martini glass back to her lips to take a sip while she began to walk out of the view. Her message had been sent. It was loud and clear what she expected. As well as it was made more than clear on what she intended to do and how she intended to be the moment that bell rang on Sunday. It was time to see history unfold.

[BellaMadison]

~*~If Ever So Humble...~*~

Bella Madison barely noticed the glow of the city lights passing by as Malachi drove through the quiet streets outside of New York City. Her mind was elsewhere—her upcoming match against Aleesha, the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship, and the relentless training she had thrown herself into for weeks. Every spare moment had been spent in the gym, in the ring, pushing herself harder than ever. Losing the title before Christmas still gnawed at her. She had held it for such a short time, and now that Aleesha had thrown down the challenge, Bella wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip through her fingers.

But tonight wasn’t supposed to be about wrestling.

Mal had insisted on a date night, practically dragging her away from the gym. At first, she resisted, not wanting to break her focus, but now that they were in the car, she realized just how exhausted she was. Her muscles ached, her mind raced, and for the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to lean back against the seat, letting out a deep breath.

“You’re thinking about it again,” Mal said, glancing over at her.

Bella smirked, knowing he had caught her. “You act like that’s a surprise.”

“It’s not,” he admitted, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “But tonight, I need you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?”

Mal reaches over and grabs her hand in his and brings it up to his lips and gives it a kiss, “Let it go. Just for a little while.”

Bella frowned. “Mal, I—”

“Just trust me,” he interrupted, his tone gentle but firm. “I promise you’ll like where we’re going.”

She sighed but nodded, resting her head against the window as the car continued down a familiar-looking road. A few minutes later, Mal slowed the car and turned into a long driveway. It took Bella a moment before she recognized where they were.

Her heart skipped a beat.

“The house?” she asked, sitting up straight. They had put in an offer weeks ago, before her tag match with Aleesha against Young Justice, but since then, it had been nothing but waiting and silence. A distraction she hadn’t allowed herself to dwell on.

Mal didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled the car to a stop and turned to face her with a knowing smile.

“Come on,” he said, stepping out of the car.

Bella hesitated only for a second before unbuckling and following him. As they approached the front door, she expected him to pause, maybe call the realtor, or at least look nervous. Instead, Mal pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door.

Bella froze. “Wait. What?”

Mal pushed the door open, stepping aside and motioning for her to enter first.

“We got it,” he said simply. “The house is ours.”

For a moment, Bella just stood there, staring at him, the words not quite registering. Then, slowly, she stepped inside. The house was empty, but the spacious living room, the high ceilings, and the massive fireplace she had fallen in love with were all there, just waiting for them to make it their home.

Tears pricked at her eyes. “Mal…”

He took her hand, leading her further inside. “I wanted to surprise you. I got the keys yesterday. Figured we could celebrate the right way.”

That was when Bella noticed the setup near the fireplace—a thick, cozy blanket spread out on the floor, a small picnic set up with food, a bottle of wine, and candles flickering softly.

She turned back to him, her heart swelling with emotion. “You did all this?”

Mal shrugged. “You’ve been working yourself into the ground, Bells. I get it. You want that title back. You feel like you didn’t hold it long enough. Like you let people down.”

She lowered her gaze, because he wasn’t wrong.

“But listen to me,” Mal continued, stepping closer and tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. “There’s no one in SCW who has more heart than you. No one who fights harder. You didn’t fail anyone. You fought like hell to win that title in the first place, and I have no doubt you’re going to do it again.”

Bella let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling into his jacket. “I just… I want it back.”

“And you will,” Mal promised. “But tonight, I need you to remember that you’re more than just a wrestler. You’re my wife. You’re Máire’s mom. And now, you’re a homeowner.”

A small laugh broke through her emotional haze. “I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it, love.” He leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. “Now, what do you say? Let’s eat, drink, and make the best of this first night in our new home.”

Bella took another look around, the reality of it sinking in. “You know, it’s gonna be weird not living in Mom’s old building anymore,” she admitted. “That place was home for so long. First when I was a kid, then when she let me have it, and when we got married… we put so much into it. Converting the factory into our own home, making it ours.”

Mal nodded, his expression softening. “Yeah, we did. Took a lot of work, time, and money, but we made it something special. And now, we get to do it all over again, but this time? It’s even bigger. No more cramped spaces, no more city noise. We’ve got room for Máire to run, a stable for horses, and a whole other place where we can set up a gym and a ring. Finally, we have space to really breathe.”

Bella’s eyes lit up. “Oh, the things I could do with this place.”

Mal groaned playfully. “Here we go.”

She smirked. “You knew this was coming.”

“I did,” he admitted. “Just don’t turn this into another massive project that takes over our life, alright?”

Bella grinned. “No promises.”

Mal laughed, shaking his head before pulling her into his arms. “C’mon, let’s eat before you start drafting blueprints in your head.”

Bella smiled, the weight on her shoulders feeling just a little lighter. “Yeah,” she said softly, squeezing his hand. “Let’s do that.”

Tomorrow, she would go back to training. Tomorrow, she would refocus on Aleesha and the championship. But tonight? Tonight, she had something even more important—her husband, their future, and the reminder that no matter what, she was never in this fight alone.

~*~Rules of Engagement: Know What You Are Stepping Into~*~

The camera opens to Bella Madison standing in front of the SCW banner, the dim lighting casting shadows that accentuate the intensity in her expression. She takes a breath, running a hand through her blonde hair before locking eyes with the camera.

"Y’know, I’ve had a lot of time to sit and stew on things since December. Since I lost the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship to Aleesha. And if I’m being honest? It didn’t sit well with me. Not one bit. It gnawed at me, dug its claws into me, and I’ve been carrying it around ever since. That loss? It wasn’t just a blemish on my record—it was a scar, a reminder that in this business, you can give everything you have and still come up short. And that? That doesn’t sit right with me. Because I know damn well I am better than that.”

"And now, at Inception, I finally get my chance to fix that mistake.”

"See, Aleesha, when you beat me, I told you I had respect for you. That hasn’t changed. But I can’t shake this feeling, this gnawing, burning thought in my head that you didn’t want that title because you were ready to carry it. You wanted it to prove a point. And now that you have it? What have you done? You’ve just been floating. Hanging in limbo. And I get it, maybe all the drama with Cassie Wolfe had something to do with that, but let’s be real—Young Justice was a distraction neither of us needed. But now? Now there’s no more distractions, no more Cassie, no more outside noise. It’s just you and me, and that title.”

"And that’s exactly how it should be. Because when I held that title, I fought for it. I defended it. I wanted to make it mean something. But when you took it from me, it felt like I got shoved back through the glass ceiling I spent all of 2024 breaking. And you can bet your ass, I didn’t like that. So now? Now I don’t have a choice. It’s all or nothing at Inception, and I refuse to walk out of Las Vegas empty-handed. I refuse to be pushed back down. I refuse to let that feeling of failure define me.”

Bella steps closer to the camera, her eyes burning with intensity, her voice steady but laced with emotion.

"You wanna talk about hunger? About passion? About heart? Aleesha, I’ve spent every moment since I lost that title clawing my way back, pushing myself harder than ever, because I refuse to let my legacy be that of someone who just held it for a cup of coffee. I refuse to let you, or anyone else, define my place in this company. I am not here to be a footnote in your story—I am here to take back what’s mine.”

"You’ve had your moment. You’ve had your run. But at Inception, I’m taking that championship back. And it’s not just about gold, it’s not just about another reign—it’s about proving to the world, to you, and to myself that I am exactly who I say I am. A fighter. A champion. A woman who does not take failure lying down.”

"So bring everything you’ve got. Bring that same fire you had when you took the title from me. Because I promise you, I am coming at you like a goddamn hurricane. And when it’s all said and done? When the dust settles? The SCW Bombshell Internet Championship will be right back where it belongs—around my waist."

Bella smirks, but there’s no amusement in her eyes—only cold, hard determination.

"See you in Vegas."

The scene shifts to Bella standing in front of a mirror, staring at her own reflection. The dim lighting in the hotel room casts sharp shadows across her face. She exhales, gripping the edge of the counter, her knuckles turning white.

"You let it slip through your fingers. You had it, and you lost it."

~*~Self-Reflect~*~

Her voice is low, almost a whisper, but there’s an undeniable steel behind it. She meets her own gaze in the mirror, eyes narrowing.

"How did that feel? Watching her walk away with something you fought so hard to earn? Watching everything you bled for get taken from you? You let it happen."

Her lips press into a thin line. She shakes her head, running a hand through her hair before slamming her palm against the counter.

"No more. That was the last time. You have busted your ass for too long to let someone else define your worth. You’re not just another name on the roster. You are Bella goddamn Madison. And at Inception? You take back what’s yours."

She exhales sharply, shoulders rising and falling, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. The doubt, the frustration—it’s still there, clawing at her mind. But beneath it, something stronger. Something unbreakable.

"You deserve this."

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides. The weight of every moment, every setback, every ounce of heartbreak sits heavy on her shoulders. But she won’t crumble beneath it. No—she’ll use it.

"You’re not just here to compete. You’re here to conquer. And when you walk out of Las Vegas, you walk out as the SCW Bombshell Internet Champion. Because failure is not an option."

Bella holds her own gaze a moment longer, breathing in deeply before exhaling. She straightens, rolling her shoulders back, her expression hardening into one of pure, unrelenting focus. With one final glance at her reflection, she turns on her heel and walks away.