[Christian Underwood]

Please post all roleplays here! Have fun and good luck!

[Victoria Lyons]

The scene opens on a barren field where the previously burned effigies of Alexandra Calaway, Bella Madison, Mercedes Vargas, Luna Pasilno, and Harper Mason are seen.

The camera pans across them as it comes to Victoria Lyons with the effigies of Bobbie Dahl and Alicia Lukas. With a sinister grin she says nothing has she likes them both aflame. [/i]

“Just more victims who have fallen to the queen..” she said watching as the two effigies burned.

Then there was a shift in her eyes almost as if she could sense something behind her, she smiled with a nod.

“You know I thought it was supposed to be the phoenix that rises from the ashes but of course it would be you.” she said. “I suppose for me to take my next step forward I have to face my beginning.”

She turned around and looked at the Alexandra Calaway effigy, now back in full form as if it had never been burned.

“It all began with you.” said Victoria with a smile.

She stepped closer to the effigy Of Alexandra studying the lifeless figure as the flames crackled behind her burning what remained of Bobby and Alicia.

“It all began with you.” she repeated her voice turning more venomous “And yet here we are again, full circle. A curse that refuses to be broken, a ghost that doesn't know when to stay dead.”

A dark chuckle exited her lips as she shook her head, trailing a finger along the effigy shoulder before snapping her hand back.

“You should have stayed down Alexandra. You should have accepted your fate when I took this championship from you.” said Victoria "But instead you've convinced yourself that you still belong in my world and that you still are able to step to me. You've convinced yourself a Queenslayer despite the fact that you've never slain the queen.”

She adjusts the crown on her head as to reaffirm who the queen of the bombshell division truly is.

“That will be your biggest mistake.” said Victoria.

She stepped away from the effigy towards a twisted makeshift throne constructed from wood and rusted old metal, a pitiful imitation of what was hers and she hated the sight of it. She wanted her throne, back her real throne. She still hadn't found out who stole it.

She stopped before the throne clenching her hand into a fist, barely containing the rage beneath the surface.

“I have ruled over this division, over this championship with an iron grip.” she said “I have crushed every single woman who stepped up to me to try and take it, and I did it without mercy and without hesitation. Yet you still think you can stand against me Alexandra? Still, after all this time?”

A sharp bitter laugh exited her lips.

“You're like a dog that doesn't know when to quit, always coming back chasing something that isn't yours.” said Victoria “But let's be honest it was never yours to begin with.”

She turned back and stepped towards the effigy reaching out to it's face with the clawed grasp digging her nails into it, imagining it was Alexandra's flesh.

“You were just a placeholder Alexandra, a warm body keeping my championship safe until the real queen arrived.” she said “And when I got here I took it from you without a second thought. You will never take my sweet Rue away from me”

With an angry hiss she shoved the effigy sending it toppling backwards and watches it crash into the ground a lifeless thud as she looks down at it with an unreadable expression.

She looks back to the makeshift thrown again with the disgusted look it wasn't hers it was a poor substitute and a mockery of what she lost and until she found out who did it nobody was safe.

“Whomever stole from me…” said Victoria “Whomever took what was mine think that they weakened me, they think they've taken my power. But they've only made it worse and when I find who you are, you are going to suffer for it with no remorse.”

Her eyes burning with fury, she stepped over the fallen effigy Of Calaway and looked down upon it.

“You were my beginning Alexandra.” Victoria said with a smirk “But I will be your end. You want to rise up like a phoenix? Feel free, but I am going to burn you back down.”

The camera focuses on her sinister's glare before it all cuts to black.

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Victoria noticed right away the way Vincent's breathing studied has he blinked back to the present back to reality at the Lyons den.

But she had seen it in his eyes the way he had been somewhere else for a moment and had slipped away from her.

You didn't like it and she wouldn't allow it especially because they had work to do.

“Are you okay?” she asked, raising an eyebrow “Vincent? Vincent..?? VINCENT?!?!

Vincent said nothing only looked at her for a moment.

“Vincent are you okay?” she asked “I lost you for a moment.”

“Yeah yeah I'm Vicks..” he said “Just happy to be home, now let's get back to it. I have a championship to win, and you have one to retain.”

“Very well.” Victoria said “Let's get back to it then.”

They turned toward the ring in the center of the facility and stepped onto the mat.

‘You sure you're okay?” she asked arms crossed, some genuine concern as she did truly care deeply for her brother.

“I said I'm fine, Vicks.” Vincent insisted

She wasn't quite sure she believed him but she let it slide for now. After all, she still had a point to make,  her throne was still missing. Her blood boiled just thinking about it, someone had dared to steal from her. Someone had the audacity to take what was hers.

That made everyone a target.

“Well I hope you're right Vince.” said Victoria “You IbetterI be right because we don't have time for distractions.  I need you at your best and I need to be at my best because we have something to take and we have something to keep.”

“You think I don't know that?” said Vincent with a slight quiver in his lip.

She took a step closer to him and locked eyes with him.

“Then act like it Vincent.” Victoria said "Because you have Kevin Carter in your sights, and I have Alexandra Calloway breathing down my neck. Neither of us can afford to slip, not even for a second.”

“I won't slip.” Vincent said, tightening his jaw.

“That's good.” said Victoria “Because I refuse to carry both of us.”

“You've never had to.” said Vincent with a smile “And you never will. You've held your own since day one in SCW, and I know you're going to keep doing it, but now you don't have to do it alone.”

Victoria hid her smile and just rolled her eyes.

“Okay you're not going to get sentimental on me are you?” she said, her smile slightly showing despite her efforts to hide it.

“Naw.” I said Vincent with a grin of his own. “Just reminding you that no matter what happens I've got your back and I won't fail you like Eddie did.”

“Well..” Victoria mused, “I expect nothing less.”

“And what about you?” Vincent said “You ready to put Alexandra Calaway down again?”

“Please..” said Victoria confidently “Alexandra is nothing more than an echo of the past, a ghost trying to crawl back into my world and I don't have time for ghosts.”

“Still she was the first.” Vincent reminded her.

He wasn't wrong Alexandra Calaway had been the first the first victim the first to watch her rise the first name carved into the history books when she ripped the bombshell roulette Championship away from her.

Victoria remembered it all, it was one of her first defining moments in the company, possibly the first truly defining moment.

But that was then and now Alexandra was nothing more to her than a roadblock in the way of something greater. A roadblock in the way of her becoming the longest reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion of all time.

“She'll fall to me just as she has time and time again.” said Victoria “I am the Bombshell Roulette Champion and I am going to be the longest reigning champion this division has ever seen whether anybody, especially Alexandra Calloway likes it or not.”

“And if she puts up more of a fight this time?” Vincent said with a smirk.

“Then I break her.” Victoria said with darkened eyes

“That's the sister I know.” said Vincent

“We are the team.” said Victoria “The only one that matters. People think they can take what belongs to me…., what belongs to us. Until we find out who took the throne everyone is a suspect.”

“Well whoever did it they're either stupid or suicidal.” said Vincent.

“Maybe both.” said Victoria with a smirk.

“And when you find out who it was?” Vincent asked.

“Then we end them.” Victoria. said with a sinister grin.

“Now that I’m going to enjoy.” said Vincent his grin matching hers.

She tightened the grip around her championship the title she had to defend, her sweet Rue. When it was all said and done and she stood as a champion alongside Vincent everyone would know exactly why the Lyon's name was untouchable.

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The cameras open upon darkness and silence as a faint hum breaks through. A shadowed scene in a place that's neither here nor there. A single light illuminates the silhouette of Victoria Lyons with her Bombshell Roulette Championship draped over one shoulder and her crown on her head, an ominous beacon of authority. Vincent Lyons Jr stands beside her folding his arms with a steady unyielding presence.

“Do you feel it yet Alexandra?” Victoria said in a soft, almost hypnotic voice “That weight pressing down on you,  that sense of inevitability creeping into your bones?”

“That's the feeling of history.” she continued “The realization that you are standing in the way of something greater than yourself, that you play the role of the final obstacle, the last page before my reign is cemented in eternity.”

She tilts her head keeping an icy gaze on the camera.

“I am mere weeks away from becoming the longest reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion of all time. I am on the precipice of making history and yet you are what stands in my way.” she said.

She curls her lips into that trademark smirk.

“And that's just tragic isn't it Alexandra?” Victoria continued “Because you've been here before, you've already failed before, but you keep coming back  like some delusional fool who believes the outcome will be any different. When really you are nothing more than a desperate woman trying to rewrite her own failures at my expense.”

“Like a moth to the flame.“ Vincent said

“Yes but you know what I respect that Alexandra I really do.” Victoria said "You take a beating and you don't stay down, you suffer and yet you persist. But sometimes there's a fine line between persistence and stupidity.”

“A line you crossed a long time ago.” said Vincent.

“Let us not forget how it all began.” Victoria said “I won this from you, you failed to get it back on the Princess Cruise and even just a couple weeks ago you and your precious little boyfriend LJ could not beat me and my brother Vincent.”

“Not one victory.” Vincent chimed in.

“So what are you fighting for this time?” Victoria continued “Pride? Redemption? Some false sense of justice? Because if that's the case you've already lost. I'm not just fighting to retain a championship I'm fighting to reach immortality, to reach a height that few can ever reach. At Blaze of Glory it's going to be time for you to accept the truth that I am simply better than you.”

“The best.” Vincent said with a nod and a smile.

“I'll give credit where it's due,  I am a magnanimous Queen after all.” Victoria said with the trace of condescending respect in her tone. “You're a fighter, a survivor, you wouldn't be in this position otherwise. But let's get one thing straight, you're not me and you don't have my mind or my vision and you damn sure don't have my championship.”

She runs her fingers along the championship, readjusting it slightly as if reaffirming her dominance.

“You could never handle the weight of it.” said Victoria, “You had a chance… twice, but you cracked under the pressure…. twice, that's why my single reign eclipses both of yours combined. People barely even remember you even once held this championship, but they will always remember the regin of Queen Victoria.”

“Long may she reign.” declared Vincent.

“I came in and I took this from you took your place and never looked back.” Victoria continued “But here you are desperate to claw your way back up desperate to prove you belong. Desperate to prove you can take this back from me, but the truth is, the truth that you know, the truth that I know, the truth that Vincent knows, and the truth that LJ knows is that you can't and you won't. There will be no stopping me from becoming the longest reigning champion and beyond that I'm going to become the first member of the Bombshell Roulette 300 Club.”

“An exclusive members only club." said Vincent “And you're not invited.”

“You don't have the stomach for what it takes to be the best.” said Victoria “I've sacrificed and I bled and I've played the game at a level you can't even comprehend to elevate this Championship to another level and that's why it will never be yours again.”

She pauses letting the weight of her words settle in.

“This is about legacy and making sure my name is etched in stone.” Victoria continued “So you can try to fight it all you want Alexandra, but history isn't written by those who try, it's written by those who take and that's exactly what I do I take.”

She takes another moment to pause.

“You're not just stepping into another match Alexandra.” Victoria continued “You're stepping into a war, a war I don't think you're ready for. Have I made myself clear Alexandra? Do you understand that this time you are not facing the same woman who took this championship from you? You're facing something far worse and far more dangerous.”

“There is no way to properly prepare.” Vincent said.

“I have grown into a force that cannot be stopped.” Victoria continued “I have outlasted everything this company has thrown at me and I still stand here as the Bombshell Roulette Champion, because I am inevitable.”

She firmly readjusts her crown.

“You wanted a war Alexandra and you got one.” Victoria said “We already played the eye for an eye game, or rather concussion for a concussion game. I just hope you realize you're not facing any woman you're facing a queen, a ruler, you're going up against a goddamn dynasty when it's all said and over and you're left in the ruins of what could have been don't say I didn't warn you.”

“And at the end of it all I will stand beside her as the Internet Champion proving the Lyons twins are the dominant force in this company now.” said Vincent.

“But that's a matter for Mr. Kevin Carter." said Victoria, “Still, Vincent is right. we will be the dominant force because we have a bond that cannot be broken, a bond not built on camaraderie or infatuation, but built on blood, twins two minds of the same kind. There will be absolutely no one that can stop us not Alexandra Calaway or Kevin Carter or LJ Kasey or anyone else who tries. Alexandra you can stand up and fight as much as you want but at the end of the day all you'll ever be is a footnote in my legacy and you will never hold this again.”

Victoria holds up the Bombshell Roulette Championship to the camera which lingers there for a moment before jarringly cutting to black.

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The late afternoon sign cast a glow across the Lyons family estate where Vincent and Victoria sat overlooking the gardens.

Victoria sat legs crossed on a cushion lounge chair the one that had been her favorite growing up I have finished iced coffee sat next to her nearby Vincent in his own chair was leaning back looking more relaxed than he had since he returned from that awful Island. She could see the wheels turning in his head. Kevin Carter was on his mind just as much as Alexandra Calaway was on hers.

“Hey Vin, you ever get that feeling where you know you've already won but you still have to go through the motions of proving it.?” Victoria asked.

“Every damn time..” Vincent responded

“That's where I'm at too dear brother.” Victoria said "Alexandra Calaway has wanted this back ever since I took it from her and she truly believes she's going to take it from me after everything I've done since becoming champion.”

“You think she would know better by now.” said Vincent

“She should but she doesn't.” Victoria said “But all that said, she is one of the toughest I ever faced. I have to give her that. We've concussed each other in the past few weeks alone, but toughness doesn't win wars.”

“Exactly strategy wins wars.” Vincent said “And nobody plays the game like you do.”

“Damn right Vin.” Victoria said while taking a sip of her coffee “For one we already beat her and LJ, and who was it who got that win for us?”

“That would be me, Vicks.” Vincent said with a grin.

“That's right you.” Victoria replied firmly

“Hey teamwork is dreamwork or whatever the cliche is.” Vincent said with a smirk “But the point is we won, we proved our dominance and now you get to finish the job.”


“Oh I intend to Vin.” Victoria replied "You know the closer I get to cementing my name in history, the more people try to tear me down, Alexandra, whoever stole my throne, and everyone who wants my championship but isn't good enough to take it. All of them are becoming desperate. Especially now that Kayla has lost her championship and cracks in the wolves seem to be forming thanks to Aaron Asphyxia, I am now the most dominant Bombshell champion in the company.  With all due respect to Andrea her reign has only just begun and doesn't have the dominance mine does.”

“Speaking of Aaron.." Vincent said “I know eventually we also want those mixed tag titles. Is she going to be a problem for us?”

“I don't know.” Victoria shrugged “But we don't need to worry about her right now. If that time comes then we'll have to see if our dear coach is really on our side because he is going to be the one to guide us on how to deal with her.”

“I know he told Eddie he would be on all our sides.” Vincent said

“Well that remains to be seen.” said Victoria “Right now all I'm focused on is keeping my championship and breaking the record held by Krystal Wolfe, then there will be no more debating who the greatest is and no arguing against the truth.”

“And you are just weeks away from doing that.” Vincent reminded her.

“I know Vin.” said Victoria “I can almost taste it. What about you are you ready for Kevin Carter?”

"I think the question is Kevin Carter ready for me?" said Vincent "You heard what he said on Climax Control about me being some corporate golden boy hand-picked by the company."

"I did." said Victoria "And it couldn't be further from the truth."

“Maybe he still thinks he's talking to Eddie,  But if corporate's backing me as their “golden boy” I know nothing about it.” said Vincent. "I also don't care. I was offered this opportunity and I took it without a second thought. He wants to call me dog shit, that's his business but he'll be eating his words when this supposed dog shit takes his championship away.”

“Sounds to me like you're ready.” said Victoria

“I am.”  said Vincent “So you just focus on making sure that Alexandra Calaway understands this isn't a fairy tale comeback story for her.”


“That is the plan Vin.” said Victoria “She may think this is where she rises from the ashes and reclaims her throne but she's in for a rude awakening because Rue is staying with me for a very long time.”

“And if the person who took your actual throne is trying to send a message then you send one back.” said Vincent

“Exactly.” said Victoria “My throne began has a symbol just part of the image but then it became a warning and now that warning is gone.”

“How do you mean?” said Vincent

“Meaning I will go out there WITHOUT warning, and show them why I needed a throne in the first place, because I deserve it. My reign isn't ending. Not now, not ever, and Alexandra Calaway will just be the next person to learn that the hard way.” replied Victoria

“Make sure she never forgets it.” Vincent said with a grin.

“Oh she won't.” Victoria smirked.

“And neither will Kevin Carter.” Vincent said with a smirk that matched his twins.

The twins continued their lounging the remainder of the afternoon as the outside world continued moving on, oblivious to the storm brewing behind the walls of the Lyons estate. The one that was coming for Alexandra Calaway, for Kevin Carter, and anyone foolish enough to stand in their way.

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As the night of her highly anticipated match with Alexandra Calaway looms closer Victoria knows she stands on the edge of something monumental the ring had always been where she had proven herself but this match feels different it's not just another defense or rivalry it's a test of everything she's fought for.

She wants her name etched in history not just a Bombshell Roulette champion but as THE Bombshell Roulette champion when her time is officially done and history rolls on in SCW she wants her name to be the one remembered as the very best and that's why breaking the longest reigning champion record held by Krystal Wolfe is something she wants, something she needs to achieve.

With each passing moment she feels herself becoming more than just a champion she's becoming an icon of power, determination, and control. Be it against a rival or the chaos of her own family, Victoria Lyons is determined to carve a future where she stands at the top unwavering and untouchable.

There would be a war at Blaze of Glory but as always the queen would reign supreme.

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[Alexandra Calaway]

Spoken Truth
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Texas

A warm glow from the lamp casts soft shadows. Alexandra sits on the couch, a glass of wine in her hand, while LJ lounges beside her, his arm draped over the backrest. The game had been hours ago, but the conversation lingered in her mind, gnawing at her. Alexandra exhales and begins to speak.

“You didn’t even flinch earlier. When that mom started asking questions.” She looked over at him, placing her wine glass on the table.

LJ shrugged and gave her a smile.  “I barely noticed. Nosy people exist everywhere, Angel.”

Alexandra laughs softly, trying to shake off the nerves, knowing this conversation was about to get deep. “Yeah, well… she wasn’t just being nosy. It was about us. Our age difference. That’s what they were all going on about.”

LJ’s smile softens as he shifts to face her more directly. “That bothers you, doesn’t it? What they are saying about us?”

Alexandra hesitates, swirling the wine in her glass. “It shouldn’t. I don’t want it to. But sometimes, it just… it sticks. People look at us, and I know what they’re thinking. And honestly I love you, I do. I know I shouldn’t care what they think.”

LJ leans in close to her, holding her face in his hands. “Love, Let them think whatever they want. It’s our relationship, not theirs.”

Alexandra nods, but her gaze is still uneasy. “I know, but—” she pauses, searching for the right words. “LJ… I worry. Not about what they think, but about you. About us. One day, you might realize that I’m holding you back.”

LJ frowns a bit at her. “Holding me back from what Angel?”

Alexandra takes a deep breath and speaks. “From having a family. Kids. The kind of future you deserve.”

LJ exhales, dropping a hand to reach for her hand, squeezing it gently. “Alexandra, listen to me. If I wanted something else, I wouldn’t be here. I’m with you because I want to be with you. Not because of some expectation of what my life is ‘supposed’ to look like.”

Alexandra looks at him, vulnerable, unsure, but there's something in his voice—steady, certain—that makes her chest tighten. “I just don’t ever want you to wake up one day and regret this. To regret us, would hurt in so many ways. I just don't want you to miss out on everything in life.”

LJ shakes his head. “The only thing I’d regret is not loving you the way I do. You’re not holding me back, love. You’re my future, not some roadblock to it.” He leaned in close, pressing their foreheads together.

A beat. Alexandra searches his face, looking for hesitation, but there’s none. Slowly, she exhales, nodding.

Alexandra smiles softly. “You always know exactly what to say.”

LJ gives her a goofy grin. One that causes her heart to flutter, then he speaks. “That’s because I mean every word.”  He took a soft breath.  “I do have to leave you for a few days, I have to go see Miles about that thing.”

“What?” She shivered.  “Right before our big matches at Blaze of Glory? Just promise we will get some training time together.”

“Hey, we will see each other pretty quickly. I’ll meet up with you in Tucson. I’m going to want to see you so badly after all that. Right now, I’m here with you and that’s exactly where I want to be.”

The two of them continued to share a few moments, just looking into each other's eyes. They let themselves slip into a comfortable silence. After some time passed, Alexandra spoke up again, needing to let him know that she wasn’t afraid of their future, despite other’s displeasure with it.

“I want to be right here with you. But my question is, will you follow me when I go rogue?” She focused her gaze on his and the silence fell between them.

He squeezes her hand again before leaning in, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. Alexandra closes her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to believe it—to trust in what they have. Outside, the night continues, but inside, there's warmth, there's love, and for now, that’s enough. To know that their words didn’t bother him, brought comfort to her. Right now.. That was enough.

The Queen and The Queenslayers Past
Queenslayers Blog
Dallas, Texas

For the past year, Victoria and I stood on opposite ends of a battlefield, both of us determined to wear the Bombshell Roulette Championship around our waists. We pushed each other to limits neither of us knew existed. We fought, we bled, and we sacrificed, all in the name of glory. And in the end, it was Victoria who took the title. I can admit that. I can admit that I shifted my focus, set my sights on new horizons, while she clung desperately to her so-called reign like a Queen terrified of losing her throne.

That’s the thing though, every Queen’s reign eventually ends, either in bloodshed or death, or being overthrown. You see I don’t want to be the Queen, I just want your tyranny to end. I have cheered everyone who has gone up against you, hoping that one of them could do it. But it’s clear now, that in order to get through to you, drastic measures must be taken. It’s going to have to be me who gets the message through to you. You are not a Queen, you are not above everyone else just because you got a title reign. Those come and go, but I’m not going to sit here and tell you something you should have known ages ago.

Now let’s get one thing straight—just because my focus expanded to Bombshell World Championship dreams, doesn’t mean my eyes ever left her delusional little kingdom and her reign of terror. The rumors that I took my eyes off the prize are not true. I’ve kept my sights on all the titles that we have available to us as the Bombshells of the Sin City Wrestling roster.  I've watched as she paraded around SCW, pretending to be untouchable, acting as if she is the one and only ruler of this division. But every reign has its end, and Victoria, yours is long overdue.
You crossed the line when you screwed me out of the Elimination Chamber. You didn’t just take an opportunity from me—you declared war. And if you thought for even a second that I was going to let that slide, then you’re more delusional than I thought. I tried to let you see the error of your ways through the lesson’s you were given in the ring. Tried to show you how a Queen should be. However, it seems that you are so beyond help that now, I must step in and dethrone you once and for all. I must topple your kingdom and prove that I am still everything I say I am.

I have waited, watched, and prepared for this moment. Every smug look you’ve given, every arrogant promo you’ve cut, every time you’ve walked around as if you were untouchable—it’s all led to this. Every time you bragged in the past few months, every time you put others down to make yourself look better. You think you’ve won, that you’ve secured your place as the Queen of SCW, but you’ve only built your empire on borrowed time. And that time is up.

I’m coming for you, Victoria. I’m coming to tear down everything you’ve built, to shatter the illusion of your power, and to remind everyone exactly who I am. You may have won the battle back then, but the war is far from over. Your kingdom is crumbling, and I will be the one to bring it all crashing down. Brick by brick, I will destroy your reign, and when the dust settles, everyone will see the truth—you were never a queen. You were just a fraud sitting on a throne that was never meant to be yours. You think this will be the end and you are right. I’m telling you right now, I will end it for us. I’m taking everything from you, in a way that is finite and everyone will know.

When you decided that you were going to step into my match and get involved you took it upon yourself out of jealousy. You were mad that I had given you space and time to hold that title close, to fall in love with it, to soak in the adoration to feed your ego, because let’s face it, the fun part will be to destroy you. To see the light leave your eyes when you realize your reign came to an end and you couldn’t succeed at passing the reigns of others.

XOXO,
Alexandra Calaway

Staging a Coup
Lyons Den
Charlotte, North Carolina

*buzz buzz*

Alexandra’s phone buzzed in her pocket as she walked next to the waterfront. Her mind was wrought with everything going on in her life. The loss at Climax Control, Victoria Lyon’s interference which cost Alexandra her shot at the Elimination Chamber, but led to them being in another match together. Despite her love for LJ, the women at her daughters lacrosse game still had her on edge.

*buzz buzz*

She didn’t look at it, fearing it would be LJ or Miles, trying to get her to come back to talk about what had happened. She knew where that stood. She was too old, LJ deserved better, younger.. Someone who could give him the life he deserved. One filled with happiness and children, not this, not her. But she also knew that LJ wouldn’t let that stand. He would fight for her, just like she would him.

*voicemail*

Her walk came to a halt when the calls continued. But would she answer this time? Would she allow them to see her in this vulnerable state she was in. Between the slew of people who had issues with her relationship and this battle with Victoria, she was barely keeping it together. She knew something deep inside of her had snapped and this road she was about to take, would he stand by her side or would he turn away.

*buzz buzz*

She pulled her phone out, looking down at it. “Alexander Lyons” for a moment she almost doesn’t pick it up. Wanting to shut the whole world out. But if anyone would understand her, it would be him, her dark brother.  She let out a soft sigh and clicked the bright green answer button with a deep sigh.

“Alexander..” her voice was devoid of any happiness, like their past few calls had been. She was clearly dealing with something.

“Alexandra.. Are you alright sis?” He questioned, “you don’t sound like your usually chipper self.” There was that concern she was used to.

She knew he cared, but at that moment, she didn’t. She was hurting. “I told LJ he deserved better, younger.. Someone not me.”

“You what? Alexandra why?” He sounded concerned. “You.. you don’t know what he’s thinking. Maybe all that stuff you worry about so much, doesn’t concern him. He’s not him Alexandra.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not why you called.” She took a deep breath. “What’s up? I know we need to catch up. Sorry I haven’t been checking in.”

“Can you meet me at the Lyons Den?” He spoke quickly. “I have something I think you might like. Let’s just say, sister, you’ll want this.”

She took a deep breath. “I can be there in fifteen minutes. See you soon.” There was a slight concern she could be walking into a trap, but she trusted Alexander.

The call ends.

Fifteen minutes pass before Alexandra walks up, seeing Alexander Lyons leaning against a wall. The two share a quick look before he puts his hands on her shoulders, causing her to look at him.

“Sister, while I know this may not help everything going on in that head of yours, perhaps, this will lead to your healing. While I may not be there to help you as I would like, perhaps this is a way I can.” He holds up a key, offering it to her.

“What’s this?” She looks at him confused for a few moments. She looks at the crown keychain and tilts her head looking at him. “Oh Alex.. you didn’t?”

He rocked on his heels and shrugged his shoulders. “You know where my loyalties lie.”

She gave him a smile, before looking over at the door he pointed at. “Is that?” She turned towards the door.

He nodded. “Why don’t you go find out?” He leaned forward, whispering in her ear.

She walked towards the door and unlocked it, opening it she was greeted with Victoria Lyon’s throne and crown. She tilted her head, a dark smirk crossing her lips as she turned her head to look at Alexander. “Thank you, brother..”

Stepping forward, she ran her hand over the fabric. A dark smile crossed her face as she reached down, picking the crown up, turning it in her hand before she placed it on her head. She texted a number and nodded.  “I have some friends coming, they are going to transport this for me.” She looked at him. “Won’t this get you into some shit with her?”

“She shouldn’t leave her keys laying around. She also shouldn’t store it in a shared place.” He smirked, leaning on her shoulder. “Eye for an eye, sister. She cost you that Elimination Chamber spot. Now you take something from her.”

“Thank you Alex. I know this could bring her wrath down on you. The fact that you are still willing to have my back even in the face of that, means a lot to me.” She wraps him in a hug, knowing this isn't normally their way. But it felt right.

“Don’t mention it.” He nodded. “I’ve always had your back. Always will. She thinks she’s a Queen, bring her the dark sorceress, born in blood, bathed in it, and forged in darkness. Bring her to see her falsehoods.”

Alexandra’s friends start to show up and they load the throne into the back of a big black van. She turns to him and nods. “Do you want to come with us?” She hands him the key, watching him lock it back up. “I fear leaving you here when she finds out.”

“I’ll be fine.” He nodded. “Go get your revenge, sister. Worry about me later. Keep your head on the game and your feet on the ground.”

“I’ll come back for you. I promise.” She vowed to Alexander Lyons, the man who had just betrayed his family.

She wouldn’t openly admit it, but tears stung at her eyes, thankful there were no cameras to catch this betrayal, Victoria would have no way to attack him for it before she could get back to his side. Knowing that Victoria would take this out on him bothered her. But she also knew how deep their bond flowed. Alexander had Alexandra’s back, she saw him as her brother. Blood of her blood as far as she was concerned. He had just risked a lot for her. She wouldn’t let him down and when Victoria came for him, she’d be at his side.

Hey Queenie, got you something
Middle of Nowhere in the Desert
Tucson, Arizona

The scene opens in the dead of night, a vast empty desert under a pitch-black sky. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline and burning paper, the only source of light being a small fire contained in a rusted metal barrel. The flames flicker, illuminating a stack of photographs resting in Alexandra’s gloved hands. Her fingers slowly trace over each image—Victoria Lyons standing tall, championship raised high, moments of her success frozen in time. One by one, Alexandra lets them slip from her grasp, watching as the fire hungrily consumes them. Behind her, positioned at the heart of this desert view, is Victoria Lyon’s throne—dark, regal, an embodiment of her so-called reign. But now, it is drenched in gasoline, waiting for its final act. The scene is set for destruction. The end of an empire.

"Victoria… Dear Queenie, our sweet beloved Queen of The Bombshell Division. You thought yourself untouchable. You wrapped yourself in illusions of grandeur, convinced that your throne meant something. That the Bombshell Roulette Championship made you a Queen. That your victories solidified your rule. But look around you now. Where is your kingdom? Where are your loyal subjects? All I see is ash, smoke, and the remnants of a lie you sold to yourself."

She picks up another photo, tilting her head as she examines it. It’s a shot of Victoria standing over a fallen opponent, sneering in triumph. That opponents face was unnoticeable, face down on the mat.

"Oh, this one’s my favorite. Look at you, soaking in the adoration, reveling in the illusion of invincibility. But here’s the thing about illusions, Victoria… they only last as long as no one dares to shatter them."

She smirks, flicking the photograph into the fire. The flames engulf it in seconds, the image warping and curling into nothingness.

"And I? I am here to shatter everything. Everything you built for yourself is about to disappear from around you. Did you know that all castles came with pull pins? A way for the royal to kill everyone including themselves in mere seconds. I’m that pull pin. I am going to bring your kingdom crashing down around you."

She turns to the camera now, her expression dark, her voice slow and deliberate.

"You took from me, Victoria. You cost me my rightful place at the Elimination Chamber. You stole from me, thinking there would be no consequences. That I would simply move on. But you underestimated me. That was your first mistake. Your second mistake? Believing for even a second that this—" She gestures to the throne, "—makes you powerful. That it grants you dominance over me or anyone else. That it means anything. But you see, Victoria… I don’t need a throne. I don’t need gold. I don’t need validation. I am beyond that. I am not some pampered monarch, waiting to be worshipped. No, I am something much, much worse. I am the storm that wipes empires off the map. I am the reckoning that Queens like you fear in their final hours."

She steps closer to the throne, running her hand over its surface. The gasoline glistens in the firelight, its scent potent, heavy.

"But you? You still want to know, don’t you? You still want to know who betrayed you. Who handed me the keys to your kingdom. Who opened the doors for me to march right in and lay waste to everything you’ve built."

She chuckles softly, shaking her head. Victoria had to pay for what happened. An eye for an eye right?

"That paranoia must be eating you alive. The doubt creeping in. Is it someone you trust? Someone close? Or maybe... just maybe... this was always going to happen. Maybe it was inevitable. Maybe your so-called kingdom was always built on a foundation of sand, waiting for the tide to come in and wash it all away."

She lifts a crown—but not Victoria’s. No, this one is different. Made of twisted, rusted barbed wire, its sharp edges glint in the firelight. A mockery of her royalty. A symbol of suffering.

"I never wanted your crown, Victoria. I never needed your throne. No, I built my own. I forged my own crown—one of pain, sacrifice, and blood. And unlike you, I am willing to bleed for what I want."

She places the barbed wire crown atop her head. A thin line of crimson appears where the metal bites into her skin, but she doesn’t flinch. If anything, she smiles. It’s something deep, dark and unsettling.

"You claim to be the Queen. But I? I am the executioner. And this? This is your sentence."

She pulls another match from her pocket, flicking it to life. The tiny flame dances at the tip, its warmth barely a fraction of what is about to come. She holds it just above the throne, letting the anticipation build, letting the moment stretch.

"Long live the Queen? No."

She drops the match. The throne ignites instantly, the flames roaring to life, consuming the seat of Victoria’s so-called power. The wood crackles, the fire climbing higher, devouring the last symbol of her reign. Alexandra watches, unmoving, as the throne is slowly reduced to embers.

"Long live the revolution."

She turns her back to the inferno, walking away as the fire rages behind her. The screen fades to black. The scene cuts back in, but now Alexandra stands at the edge of the area, the glow of destruction reflecting in her cold, darkened eyes. The wind howls, carrying embers into the night sky, scattering them like fallen stars.

"You thought I crossed a line, didn’t you, Victoria? That I went too far? That I should be afraid of the wrath of a ‘Queen’?"

She scoffs, shaking her head. There was no fear in her eyes or in her voice. If anything, Alexandra’s gaze was something that resembled her old self, the thing she had pushed deep down inside. A part of her she had tried to bury, to fix herself. But she realized there was nothing to fix.

"No, Victoria. You should be afraid of me. Because I just proved to you, to the entire world, that I don’t need a title to hold power. I don’t need a throne to be dangerous. And most importantly… I don’t need permission to take what I want."

She steps closer to the camera now, her voice lowering, dripping with venom.

"You built your reign on deception, manipulation, and betrayal. You hide behind others. You let them do your dirty work. You let them shield you from the consequences of your own actions. But now? Now there is nothing left to hide behind. No throne. No kingdom. Just you… and me."

Her lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk.

"And I want you to feel that. I want you to feel the emptiness, the loss, the nothingness that comes with realizing you are no longer in control. That everything you built, everything you thought you ruled over, is gone. And when that realization sinks in? When you feel that panic creeping up your spine? When will you finally understand what it means to be powerless?"

She tilts her head, voice barely above a whisper now.

"I want you to remember that it was me who did this to you. And I? I’m just getting started."

She holds up one last, unburnt photograph. It’s of her and Victoria, from a time long past—before the war, before the betrayal. For a moment, something unreadable flickers in Alexandra’s eyes. Then, without hesitation, she drops it into the fire.

"Run, Queenie. Run while you still can. Because the coup isn’t coming."

She pauses, letting the weight of her words settle.

"It’s already here."

The final shot lingers on the burning throne, the last remnants of Victoria Lyon’s reign collapsing into cinders. Alexandra disappears into the night, leaving nothing but fire and destruction in her wake. The screen fades to black one last time.

[Victoria Lyons]

Victoria could do nothing but stand there and watch as Alexandra Calloway set her throne of Blaze the fires consumed everything reducing her power symbol and legacy to nothing but embers. She was forced to stand there and witness her throne turned to ash and cinder.

But she didn't scream she remained calm committing every flicker of flame to memory and once the video stopped playing she focused her attention on something more important.

How?

Somehow Alexandra had gotten in gain access to doors that should have been closed to her it couldn't have happened on its own she had to have help and there was only one person in The Lyons Den who would offer such a helping hand to Alexandra Calloway.

Alexander Lyons.

They were friends and tag team partners over in PWS, it had to be him, he had to be the one who gave her access and let her in. She really should have seen it before how could she have been so foolish? Even if he had nothing to do with it, she really didn't care. Someone needed to pay, and since Calaway won't be available until Blaze of Glory, it may as well be one of her friends. [/i]

“Alex..” Victoria said casting a glare over to Vincent.

Vincent only nodded, he understood what Victoria was telling him.

It didn't take them long to find Alex, alone, brooding in one of the corners of The Lyons Den minding his own business.

“Hello cousin.” said Victoria “Got something you need to tell me?”

Alexander tilted his head and only smirked at her, why Victoria whatever can you mean he said.

“Listen to me bastard.” she said “You know exactly what I mean. My throne, it was you who helped your precious little dark sister steal it, wasn't it?”

“Maybe I did maybe I didn't.” Alexander said with a smirk still on his face.

“Don't play games with me bastard.” said Victoria “She couldn't have gotten done it alone, and she couldn't have gotten into the Lyons Den without an invite from somebody FROM The Lyons Den, and that somebody is you isn't it?”

“Hey I'm not the one who dropped my keys.” said Alexander flippantly.

“So you don't deny it?” said Victoria glaring at him.

“I only helped her get it out of here.” said Alexander “She did all the rest but you know what I'm glad she did and I'd help her do it again.”

“You had no right.” said Victoria.

“Oh get over it.” said Alexander “It was just a damn chair. You should worry about that precious championship of yours, because Alexandra is dangerous right now, more than she has been in some time, and more than ever she wants to be the one to make you fall, and I’ll be the first to congratulate her when she does.”

“Is that so?” said Victoria shifting a gaze to Vincent and nodding. “I understand you two are the number one contenders for the tag titles in that little company working together.”

“And what business is that of yours?” said Alex.

“Oh it's really not.” said Victoria “Just like my business with Alexandra had nothing to do with you, but you involved yourself even if you were just an outside force and now the time has come.”

“Time has come?” said Alex, “Time has come for wh..”

Before Alexander could finish, he was nailed from behind by Vincent with a clobbering blow to the back of the head. Alexander fell to the ground as both the twins began to stomp him.

After laying the boots to him, Victoria held Alexander down as Vincent quickly grabbed a nearby chair and wrapped it around Alexander's wrist and stomped on it not once, not twice, but three times.

The only thing louder than the cracking of the bone was Alexander's screams as they echoed throughout The Lyons Den

“Good luck taking those tag titles home now…bastard..” said Victoria.

She kicked him in the head one last time for a good measure before her and Vincent made their escape, not that anybody could really do anything about it anyway, given their last name.

__________

The room is trapped in swirls of an impenetrable fog, swirling endless circles with shadows that stretch and twist along empty gray walls. The eerie silence cuts deep in the stillness of this place as the cameras catch up to Victoria Lyons sitting cross-legged the floor with Vincent behind her.

She has a different intensity in her eyes one that borders on madness, the kind that only is born out of desperation. She runs her fingers across the crown on her head knowing that at least that was still hers, but deep down she knew Alexandra had destroyed her true symbol of power.

She exhales heavily, holding on tight to the championship around her shoulder. It feels heavier, the weight almost unbearable but she refuses to release it. It's hers, it's her identity, her legacy and she will not let it go.

Softly we hear her begin to sing in a beautiful but dark tone.

“Cinders glow and embers bite.
A thief will burn before the night.
Smoke will rise and flesh will char.
She came for blood, she took her turn.
Now it's mine to make her burn.”

The rhyme rings through the fog softly as if the air itself is carrying it. Victoria breathes in deeply as she rises to her feet, a sick strange darkness lingering in her eyes that stay glued on the camera as she readjusted her crown and begins speaking.


“Did you really think you could just get away with it?” Victoria said with a venomous hiss “Did you really think you could just come into MY domain, take MY property and destroy it and suffer NO CONSEQUENCES?”

“I'd call her a fool.” said Vincent “But even a fool would be smarter than that.”

“You think you’re so smart don’t you?” said Victoria “Do you have any idea what you've unleashed? Do you realize what a big mistake you just made? You just sealed your own downfall and the downfall for all those you care about.”

“Which means perhaps LJ should watch his back…...” said Vincent.

“I'm going to destroy everything she loves brother.” said Victoria ”I thought we were even when we played the concussion game, but I should have known, with how selfish Alexandra is. It's never enough for her is it she can just never accept the truth."

“That she will never beat the queen.” said Vincent.

“Now she stands even less of a chance.” said Victoria “Because she unlocked something in me, she unlocked the anger. The bitch took my throne Vincent!!!! It was mine!!!! And she burned it!!! And she had no right!!!! She had no right.!!!"

“Focus sister….. this is what she wants.” said Vincent.

“I am focused brother.” said Victoria “But now she's made it personal, and I am going to make sure that this “Queenslayer” who need I remind you, has never slayed any queens is reminded of her place beneath me. I don't need to prove a damn thing to you or anyone else but I'm going to, and when it's all said and done you'll be nothing but a name forgotten in the dust another failed challenger.”

Victoria pauses with a heavy exhale.

“You wanted this Alexandra.” Victoria said “You wanted to make this into a war, so now all is fair game, and anything that happens to you, anything that may happen to LJ, or Bella, or anyone else you care about is going to be on you.”

“Just ask our cousin Alexander to give you a hand.” Vincent said with a smirk.

“Oh she's going to be furious when she finds out about that” laughed Victoria “But she should consider it a lesson learned about what happens when you cross me.”

That hideous smirk grows across her face.

“You stole from me.” said Victoria “But one thing you can't steal is my championship, you're going to have to actually earn that. But you won't, I'm going to keep this championship and wear it for even longer than anyone ever imagined. I'm going to be champion as long as I WANT to be champion and all you're ever going to do is chase me and be caught in my dust."

“Always reaching but never grabbing.” said Vincent.

“Or never holding on long enough for the very least.” said Victoria, “You want to talk in your little blog about me not passing the reigns of others?…BITCH, my reign is longer than both of your reigns combined. My reign has outlasted every other Bombshell Roulette Champion except one And once I beat you I'm going to that record in the dust too. It is my destiny to become the sole member of the Bombshell 300 Club. You're NOT better than me!!, You think you can just take from me?! You want to burn MY throne? Well, I'm going to fucking burn you bitch.

“Victoria….” Vincent said nervously

Victoria wasn't listening, she seemed blinded by rage her eyes filled with a fire of their own.

“She needs to learn Vincent!! She needs to learn that you don't just steal from people!!" Victoria said, “Did I STEAL my championship? Did I STEAL my crown? No. I won this championship, I won my crown by fighting. I didn't just take, I don't just take things, I earn them. And some may not like my methods, but at least I'm not a  thief. Anybody who still thinks I haven't earned my right as champion or earned my right to be in the position that I'm in, is either delirious,  jealous, or just lying to themselves at this point.”

“Vicks.”. said Vincent

“I'm tired of it Vincent.” said Victoria “The disrespect. I have earned every accolade that I have to my name. I have earned them ALL Vincent!! Yet still some think I'm nothing, that I don't deserve to be here. Throne or no throne, I am still the queen and I am still the Bombshell Roulette Champion. A reign like mine doesn't happen by accident Alexandra, just because my sole reign is not only longer, than both of yours but more memorable, doesn't mean you need to be jealous. Is that it? Because I'm tasting all this success that you desire? What are you going to do when Vincent and I become the mixed tag team champions? Do you really think we're concerned about you and LJ? We already proved who the better team was.  Or will it be Miles? Whichever of those two idiot brothers it is, won’t matter, because I will always be better than you.”

“Vicks…” Vincent said again but his words continue to fall on deaf ears.

“You screwed up Alexandra.” Victoria continued  “You shouldn't have stole from me, because now it's going to be my personal mission to make your life a living hell. This should have just been about the championship but you crossed the line, and now you're going to pay the price. I will show you and everyone else who truly rules this division.”

“Long live the queen.” said Vincent with a sigh.

Victoria keeps her hideously twisted glare on the camera has everything fades out to black.

_________


A brisk wind blew through the Lyons estate, Vincent and Victoria were far enough from the main house to avoid any interruptions but close enough to still feel like home.

Victoria kept a tight grip on her Bombshell Roulette Championship, it's not just possessing the title that matters to her it's what the belt represents.Power, dominance, and control. And Alexandra Callaway wants to take all of that away from her.

Nearby leaning against the stone railing Vincent watches her with his arms crossed he had let her vent and stew in her own anger long enough.

“You're playing right into her hands.” Vincent said to Victoria

Victoria casts the sharp glare in his direction, “What did you say to me?!”

“You heard me.” said Vincent “I said you're doing exactly what she wants she wants you angry and she wants you to lose focus and you're giving her exactly that.”

“I'm pissed Vincent! She stole from me! She trespassed and stole MY  throne! I have every right to be pissed off!” Victoria said angrily

“I never said you didn't Victoria.” said Vincent “But I know you better than anyone, you let anger take control and it costs you.“

“Do I look like somebody that's going to lose.” snapped Victoria

“You look like somebody who's making this personal instead of tactical.” Vincent snapped back

“It is personal!” Victoria said rolling her eyes

“Listen Victoria…” said Vincent “If you don't keep your head on straight you're going to lose that championship.”

“You really think Alexandra Calaway is capable of beating me?” asked Victoria annoyed

“I think anyone is capable of waiting if their opponent is too blind with revenge.” Vincent replied.

Victoria held her championship up to Vincent

“This is MY championship.” she said “And she's trying to take it, but I'm going to break her Vincent. I'm going to make her regret ever thinking she could step to me. She was the one who challenged me and when I accepted she backed out. You don't get to just tap on my shoulder and run and you certainly don't get to steal from me.”

“That's fine.” said Vincent “Just don't get sloppy, don't give her a single opening. You want to hurt her, fine. Just make sure you're still holding that championship when it's over. We need to leave Blaze of Glory as champions together."

“I'm going to hurt her.” Victoria said “There's not going to be enough left of her to scrape off the mat when I'm finished.”

“That's what I like to hear.” said Vincent, “Just remember focus, she’s trying to get into your head because that's the only way she can win. Don't let her.”

“You know there's always LJ Kasey…”. said Victoria “I wonder how much fight should have left in her when she finds him lying in a heap in the parking lot before the show. It would just be poetic she takes for me I take from her.”

“Could be a nice little lesson.” smirked Vincent

“She'll learn Vincent.” Victoria said “One way or another she will learn.”

Somewhere deep down she knew Vincent was right and he was the one person that could talk to her so aggressively and still get away with it. His words sat in the back of her mind but Alexandra’s still sat toward the front because one thing was still for sure.

Alexandra Calaway was going to pay one way or another.

__________

Victoria said across from coach Kaiser in the lions den both of them staring at each other like a couple of old gunslingers Victoria knew why she was called in here and she wasn't bothered by it.

“You broke Alexander's wrist you know Victoria." Coach Kaiser said breaking the silence.

“Oh how tragic.” Victoria said with a smirk and feigned concern.

“He still wants to fight, but now he's going to have a cast for a while, you handicapped him.” said Coach Kaiser.

“And?” Victoria said casually resting her feet on Coach Kaiser's desk.

“He's your family Victoria!” said coach Kaiser

“Oh he will be fine.” Victoria shrugged “You said he's still competing, the way I see it I did him a favor. Now he can prove how tough he really is.”

Coach Kaiser exhaled heavily.

“You don't get it do you?” he said.

“I get it just fine.” Victoria said “But I don't get is why you're pretending it's some grand injustice, since when do you have a problem with people making statements?”

“That wasn't a statement Victoria, that was a retaliation.” Coach Kaiser said. “And you're playing right into her hands.”

Victoria's expression darkened.

“Calaway….” she hissed.

“Yes her.” Coach Kaiser nodded “This is what she wants Victoria, you to be distracted and  reckless. You're letting her get in your head and you're making it personal."

“I'm making it personal?!?!” Victoria snapped “She's the one who started this. I'm just going to be the one that finishes it.”

“And that means you needed to break your own cousin's wrist?” said Coach Kaiser

“Stop being so dramatic.” Victoria said with an eye roll “If he’s still showing up then that gives him an edge and makes him look tougher. It'll be better for him in the long run. See!  I am a magnanimous queen after all.“

“You're walking a fine line Victoria.” said Coach Kaiser “You want to be the longest reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion? Then start thinking like a champion and stop thinking like a woman obsessed with revenge.”

“This really is the principal's office isn't it?” Victoria smirked “Calling me in here, scolding me, trying to teach me something like I'm some unruly kid who got caught fighting in the halls, it's actually kind of sad Coach.”

Coach Kaiser didn't say anything in response.

“Is this what you do now?” Victoria said “Sit behind your desk and try to keep the new generation in line you used to be the star student of this place. You were my dad's prized student, and Vincent and I both looked up to you like a brother growing up. Now you just live through your own students, through us.”

Is a slight flicker in coach Kaiser's eyes but he said nothing.

“Oh don't give me that look.” Victoria said “You need us to be great don't you? You need Eddie, Cleo, even me to be successful because if we're not what does that say about you your legacy and your leadership?"

Coach Kaiser continued to look at her his expression unreadable but she could feel the tension in the air.

“I don't need your lectures coach.” Victoria said “I don't need your approval, and I don't need you to tell me how to be a champion.

“Then go prove it.” Coach Kaiser said with a steady voice.

“Oh I will.” said Victoria confidently.

Then she stood up and on the turn of the heel she was gone from the room.

__________

The cameras open on a suffocating endless void. The silence lingers for an uncomfortable amount of time, just long enough to feel unnatural before a wispy glow emerges from the mist and the fog curls and twists into unnatural patterns as though it's watching someone.

And then she appears.

Victoria Lyons.

She moves with a slow and methodical pace the Precision of a predator she has the Bombshell Roulette Championship resting proudly on her shoulder and as always her crown resting proudly upon her head.

“I keep telling me I'm taking this too personal.” Victoria said that “I need to let it go move on focus more on the match in my legacy and do you know what that tells me?”

She glares into the camera.

“It tells me that none of you understand.” she said “Not one of you pathetic weak-minded insects. You think this is just about a match? That is just about a title defense? That is just about me adding another name to my endless list of failed challengers?"

She exhales heavily with purpose.

“That throne was mine!” she said with a venomous tone “I bled and suffered for it. I walked through the fire and yet somehow I'm being told that I'm too emotional when it was my property that was destroyed. MINE!!!

She pauses and takes a sharp inhale as though trying to keep something monstrous inside.

“Like I should just sit back, smile  and allow a pretender like Alexandra Calaway to put her filthy hands on my throne”. She huffed

Has she catches her breath she crunches her hand into a fist.

“Who the hell do you think you are?!” she explodes with a vicious untamed rage “You were never meant to stand where I stand, you were never meant to be near my throne but you wanted to play Queen didn't you? You wanted to step into my world and make a statement of your own at my expense.”

Her expression twists into a smile as she laughs to herself.

“You were wrong.” Victoria said “And at Blaze of Glory I will make sure you never make that mistake again. I'm not just going to beat you Calaway. I'm not just going to defend my championship. I'm going to break you and I'm going to leave you lying in the ruins of your own failure so you finally understand the cost of your arrogance.

She tilts her head playfully.

“I want you to remember my voice Alexandra.” Victoria said “I want you to remember my name because I will be standing over you still the Bombshell Roulette Champion. You will suffer, you will burn, and you will be broken. You will regret making the biggest mistake of your life. Long live the queen.”

Then the screen cut to black and through the silence there was a slight crackling the flames the sound of something burning.

__________

Victoria Lyons stands at the precipice of another war but this one is more personal than her previous battles. Alexandra Calaway has forced her into a battle that is not just about the championship, but about dominance legacy and refusing to be cast aside.

Victoria has had an iron grip for months as the Bombshell Roulette Champion, proving time and time again why she belongs at the top. But Alexandra has positioned herself as a legitimate threat not just to Victoria's championship, but to her very reputation.

Alexandra Calaway is no mere challenger. She’s someone forging her own right, unrelenting and dangerous, willing to go to any lengths to claim victory. The queen won't admit it herself but she is completely blinded by rage and wants nothing more than to make sure Alexandra Calaway suffers.

It's not just about winning for Victoria anymore, it's about making sure that Alexandra knows she made a fatal miscalculation. It's about sending a message that nobody, not Alexandra, not anyone will forget the name of VictoriaLyons.

A storm is brewing, and both Bombshells are certainly going to rip each other limb from limb but Victoria is prepared to prove that she is the undisputed queen of destruction. When the dust settles it will not be Victoria who falls it will be Alexandra Calaway who burns.

[/i]

[Alexandra Calaway]

Queenslayers Blog: Victoria Edition
Hotel Room
Tucson, Arizona

Victoria, I’m the Queenslayer. And You’re Just Another Victim.

You’ve been at this long enough to think you know everything, haven’t you, Victoria? You walk around with that crown of yours, with that championship strapped to your shoulder, acting like you’ve earned it, like you’ve proven something. But I see through the charade. You don’t get to call yourself a queen without knowing what real power feels like. And let me tell you something—you’ve never faced anything like me.

I’m not just some wannabe that thinks she can take your title. I’m the Queenslayer. That’s right, Victoria, I’m the one who has stripped the crown from the heads of so-called queens who thought they could reign over me. And you? You were never going to be an exception. You thought you could stand toe-to-toe with me, that you could hold onto your precious throne, but I’ve already seen you crumble. I’ve pushed you to your breaking point before, and what happened then? You failed.

You remember that time, don’t you, when we went to war? When we faced each other in the ring and you finally realized that you weren’t as untouchable as you thought? You saw it in my eyes, the fire that burned behind them. I dragged you to your limit, and you know deep down I could have ended it. The difference between us, Victoria, is that I know how to push people to the absolute brink. I know how to break them. And you? You’ve never been able to handle it.

What you don’t seem to understand is that this isn’t just a rivalry. This isn’t some petty back-and-forth where we’re trading championships. This is me showing you, once and for all, that you are nothing but a pretender. You’ve been living this illusion of power, thinking your reign was solid, thinking you could keep up with someone like me. But here’s the truth: You’ve never been the queen. You were just a placeholder. And I’m the one who will take you down, just like I’ve done with every other queen before you.

Do you remember when you thought you had me beat? You thought you were above it all, that you could break me. But every time you pushed me, I came back stronger. Every time you tried to tear me down, I stood tall. I’ve always been the one to survive when it mattered. That’s why you’ll never be able to hold onto what you have now. Because deep down, you know what I know—you’ll never be able to break me. And you can never outlast me.
Victoria, you’re so blinded by your own ego that you don’t even realize how far I’ve already gone in your mind. I pushed you to the edge once, and that was only the beginning. Now, I’m going to take everything from you, just like I did before. You may still have the title, but I’m the one who’s truly won.

I’ve already shown you what happens when you face the Queenslayer, when you face someone who has been through every battle, every war, every moment of doubt. You can’t break me, and you never will. I’ll leave you lying in the ruins of your own failures, watching as I take what’s mine, because in the end, the throne has always belonged to me.

XOXO,
Alexandra

Storming The Keep
Abandoned Warehouse
Tucson, Arizona

The scene opens in a desolate, ruined warehouse, the remnants of old battles etched into the walls. Flickering lights cast eerie shadows as the camera slowly moves forward, revealing a figure in the center of the room. Alexandra Calaway, draped in a tattered, blood-red coat, sits on a broken throne—one that looks as though it has been pieced together from the wreckage of past wars. Her hands rest on the armrests, her fingers tapping idly as she glares into the camera, her dark eyes burning with unrelenting fury.

"Victoria, Victoria, Victoria... You speak of inevitability as if the script has already been written, as if my fate is to be nothing more than a cautionary tale in the grand story of your reign. How adorably naive."

She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, tilting her head slightly, a sinister smirk playing on her lips.

"I watched your little display of arrogance. I saw you standing amongst the burning remnants of those who stood before you, basking in the flames like some self-proclaimed deity. I heard every single word, every condescending declaration of your supposed supremacy. You want to talk about history, Victoria? Then let me remind you exactly who I am."

Alexandra slowly rises to her feet, her movements deliberate, her aura growing darker.

"You say it began with me, that I am the curse that refuses to be broken. Well, allow me to confirm your worst fears—I am your goddamn reckoning. The curse you thought you could erase has only festered, evolved into something far more insidious. I am not a ghost lingering in your shadow; I am the nightmare that will rip your world apart piece by piece."

She steps forward, the old wooden floor creaking beneath her boots. Behind her, something stirs in the darkness—a row of shattered mirrors reflecting distorted images of Alexandra, each one whispering fragments of madness.

"You call yourself a queen, draping yourself in self-importance, clutching that title like a lifeline, but tell me, Victoria—what happens when that lifeline is severed? What happens when the walls of your empire crumble, when the weight of your arrogance finally buries you? You call me a desperate woman trying to rewrite her failures? No, Victoria. I am a force of nature, a storm that does not cease until everything in its path is reduced to nothing. You may think you've won this war before, but you have never faced me like this. You have never faced me when I have nothing left to lose and everything to take."

A low, humorless chuckle escaped her lips as she drags a hand through her dark hair, eyes filled with pure, unfiltered malice.

"Your words reek of fear, Victoria. You dress it up in bravado, in proclamations of dominance, but I see it. I feel it. That little crack in your perfect, golden reign. You speak of me as if I am beneath you, yet I am the one standing in your mind, rent-free, poisoning every ounce of your confidence. You want to paint me as a dog chasing something that was never mine? Oh, sweetheart, you are mistaken. I was never chasing—I was biding my time, watching, waiting."

She stops in front of a rusted metal table, where a cracked hourglass sits. Slowly, deliberately, she turns it over, watching the grains of sand spill downward.

"Time is running out, Victoria. For all your speeches, for all your desperate attempts to carve your name into history, the truth remains—you are not untouchable. No queen is. Thrones are built on the bones of those who came before, and yours is looking awfully fragile. You think I can’t handle the weight of that championship? Oh, but I can. And when I take it from you, when I hold it above your broken body, you will finally understand what it means to be truly powerless."

Alexandra’s expression darkens, her eyes gleaming with something unholy.

"And make no mistake, I am not just here to take your crown, Victoria. I am here to defile it. To strip it of its meaning. I will burn your throne to the ground and from its ashes, I will forge something far greater—a legacy carved in agony, a reign baptized in blood."

She breathes in deeply, as if savoring the tension in the air, as if the very thought of destruction fuels her.

"Do you remember what it felt like when you first realized you were afraid of me, Victoria? Not just wary. Not just cautious. But afraid. When the whispers in the back of your mind started eating away at your self-assurance? That moment when you saw me for what I truly am—not an opponent, but a force you cannot contain?"

She runs her fingers along the jagged edges of the shattered hourglass, a bead of crimson forming where the glass bites into her skin. She grins.

"You see, I don’t need to take your crown, Victoria. I just need to make sure you never wear it again. I will take your confidence, your belief in your own invincibility. I will peel back the layers of your arrogance, expose the raw, shaking woman underneath, and when you look in the mirror, you won’t see a queen anymore. You will see a broken fraud who was too blind to know when the end had come."

Alexandra grabs the hourglass and with a sudden, violent motion, smashes it against the table, shards flying in all directions. She steps over the broken pieces, her boots crunching against the glass as she moves closer to the camera.

"You wanted a war? You got one. But this time, there are no rules, no limits, no mercy. You talk about a dynasty, about an unbreakable bond with your brother—well, I have no such ties holding me back. I am unhinged, unleashed, and there is nothing in this world more dangerous than a woman with nothing left to fear. You may call yourself a queen, but I am the executioner, and I have come to collect my due."

She extends her arms slightly, as if embracing the chaos surrounding her.

"So go ahead, Victoria. Keep convincing yourself that your reign is untouchable. Keep adjusting your little crown and whispering sweet nothings to your championship. Because at Blaze of Glory, when the dust settles and the flames die out, there will be no Queen Victoria. There will be no grand legacy. There will only be me, standing above you, the last thing you see before everything fades to black."

She smirks, stepping back into the shadows, her voice a haunting whisper as the screen fades to darkness.

"Long live the fallen queen."

The feed abruptly cuts to black, leaving only the sound of glass crunching beneath her boots. Alexandra's voice lingers even in the darkness, a haunting echo that refuses to be silenced. Her presence is a storm that looms over the battlefield, promising destruction with every passing second. The war is coming, and there will be no prisoners. The stage is set, and when the final curtain falls, only one will be left standing. And Alexandra Calaway intends for it to be her.

Sharing in Troubles
Hotel Room
Tucson, Arizona

The sun was beginning to set over Tucson, casting a warm glow that bathed the city in hues of gold, orange, and soft purple. From the balcony of their hotel room, LJ could see the distant mountains, the desert landscape stretching out in the fading light. The quiet hum of the city below felt like a distant echo, a stark contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind.

He leaned against the railing, staring out into the horizon, trying to push away the anxiety gnawing at him. The show they were here for was just around the corner, yet his thoughts were a million miles away—on Miles, on Kevin, and the search that had taken them across state lines and deep into the heart of uncertainty.
Behind him, the sliding door creaked open, and the soft scent of lavender mixed with the cool desert air. Alexandra stepped outside, her silhouette framed by the last rays of the sun. She walked over to him, her presence steady and calming. For a moment, neither of them spoke. They both just stood there, watching the sun sink lower.

Finally, Alexandra broke the silence, her voice gentle but firm. “You’ve been out here for a while. Miles still hasn’t called?”

LJ exhaled slowly, his fingers curling around the cool metal of the railing. “No. We’ve got nothing. Vegas was a dead end, and now… well, L.A. wasn’t much better. We’re chasing shadows. Kevin could be anywhere.”

She stepped closer, her arm brushing against his as she leaned over the railing beside him, her gaze following his across the city. “And you’re feeling like you’re running out of time?”

LJ didn’t have to answer. The question hung between them, a silent acknowledgment of the weight pressing down on him. He was doing everything he could—everything he and Miles had been doing for weeks—but it never felt like enough. Not when the stakes were this high. Not when a kid who didn’t deserve any of this was out there, lost and alone.

“I don’t know what else to do, love,” he confessed, his voice low. “I keep thinking we’re close, but then we hit a wall. Everyone we’ve talked to, they just keep saying Kevin’s gone, but we don’t know where to go next. And I’m scared, Alex. What if we don’t find him in time? What if something happens to him before we can get to him?”

Alexandra turned her head slightly, her eyes soft but intense, looking at him like she could see straight through the armor he’d built up. Her hand reached out, a quiet gesture that spoke volumes. Her fingers lightly brushed his arm, and it was enough to make him breathe a little easier, just knowing she was there.

“You’re doing everything you can,” she said, her voice unwavering. “You’ve been relentless. And it’s not just about finding Kevin. It’s about showing him that there’s still someone who cares, someone who wants to help him.”

LJ nodded, swallowing hard. “But what if it’s not enough?” he murmured, the doubt seeping through despite his best efforts to push it back.

She stepped in closer, her presence a steadying force. “You don’t get to decide what’s enough, LJ. You’re doing the best you can, and that’s what matters. You’re not giving up on him, Miles isn’t giving up on him, and that means more than you know. You’ve been there for Miles. You’ve been there for me. And you’re showing everyone around you that there’s still hope, even when it feels like everything’s falling apart.”

Her words settled into his chest, the pressure of his worries easing just a fraction. She was right. He couldn’t control everything—couldn’t predict the outcome—but he could keep fighting, keep searching, and keep showing up for the people who needed him most.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Angel,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how I’d keep going through all of this if you weren’t here with me.”

Alexandra looked up at him, her expression soft, her eyes meeting his with an honesty that cut straight to his heart. “And you never will have to find out. We’re in this together, no matter what. You’re not alone in this, LJ. Miles isn’t alone in this.”

The sunset continued to paint the sky above them, the colors shifting and deepening with every passing minute. For the first time in a while, LJ felt a sense of calm. The world outside was still uncertain, the future still unclear, but he wasn’t alone. Not anymore.

He turned to face her fully now, his hand gently touching her arm. “I know you’ve got my back. I just… I just wish I could help fix it. Fix everything. This is really getting to Miles”

“You’re already doing more than enough,” she replied, her hand brushing his with a tenderness that melted some of the tension in his chest. “And we’ll keep doing it together. We’ll find Kevin, LJ. I know we will. It might take all of us in the end.”

LJ stared at her for a long moment, taking in the sincerity in her eyes, the strength in her voice. She believed in him. She believed in them. And that belief was enough to push the lingering doubt out of his mind, if only for tonight.

“I needed to hear that,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I don’t know if I’ve said it enough, but I’m really thankful for you. For everything you’ve done. I mean it, I couldn’t have gotten this far without you.”

Alexandra smiled, a soft curve of her lips. “You don’t have to say it. But I’m glad you did.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, the air cooling as the last rays of sun slipped away. Tucson’s streets twinkled below them, and for the first time all day, LJ felt a flicker of hope. It wasn’t over yet. They still had time. And with Alexandra by his side, he could face whatever came next.

“Alright,” he said, his voice steady again. “We’re gonna find him. We’re not stopping until we do.” He wraps his arms around his girlfriend, the two sharing a kiss, before he pressed his forehead to hers.

“That’s the spirit,” Alexandra replied, her smile brightening. “And remember, we’re in this together. Just like we will be at Blaze of Glory.”

With the cool night air settling around them, they stood side by side, looking out at the sprawling city below, the promise of a new day—and a new chance to find Kevin—hanging just beyond the horizon.

Ending the Reign
Undisclosed Location
Tucson, Arizona

The screen is black.

No sound. No movement. No life. Just empty, suffocating darkness. The kind of dark that pulls at something primal inside. The kind of dark that isn’t just an absence of light—it’s a presence. A weight. A watching thing. A sharp inhale cuts through the silence. Slow. Ragged. Controlled—but barely.

Then, a flicker. A single candle ignites, casting long, trembling shadows against a cold, unseen surface. The light is weak, desperate, barely holding on against the pressing void.

And then, from the depths of that suffocating blackness—she appears.

Alexandra Calaway.

She sits in the half-light, the glow licking at her face, catching the sharp angles of her features. Her eyes glisten in the fire’s reflection—dark pools of something unreadable, something dangerous. Her fingers stretch toward the flame, hovering just above it. The flickering light dances against her skin, but she doesn’t flinch. She lets it kiss her, lets it burn just enough to feel.

Her lips curl into a smirk—but it’s cold. Humorless. Almost… amused.

“Long live the queen.”

Her voice is a whisper. Mocking. The words drip from her tongue like poisoned honey.

“You sit on your little throne, Victoria. You hold your crown. You clutch your championship so tightly that your hands shake. And yet… I wonder…”

She leans forward, her face half-illuminated by the trembling flame.

“…does it feel as heavy as you claim? Or is it just the weight of your fear pressing down on you?”

She exhales, a slow, deliberate breath.

“You talk about suffering. About sacrifice. You scream into the void, demanding to be heard, demanding that the world recognize the blood you’ve spilled. But here’s the thing, Victoria…”

Her eyes darken. The smirk fades.

“I. Don’t. Care. What have you really sacrificed for that championship? Other than your dignity of course? Nothing. The only person who has ever pushed you to your breaking point when it comes to that title is me. Yet you claim I’m nothing, that I’m beneath you. You may not have come outright and said it, but it was implied.”

The flame trembles, as if reacting to the venom in her voice.

“I didn’t come here to listen to your sob story. I didn’t come here to acknowledge your ‘greatness.’ And I damn sure didn’t come here to bow. You want to talk about pain? About legacy? About what it takes to stay on top?”

Her fingers twitch. The candle’s flame flickers wildly.

“You don’t know the first thing about suffering.”

A pause. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating.

“You think this is about a throne? That throne of yours was a crutch.” she asks, her voice dripping with mock disbelief. “You think I burned your precious symbol of power just for the fun of it?”

The smirk returns, cruel and sharp.

“…You’re right.”

A chuckle escapes her lips—low, dark, almost… delighted.

“I burned it because I could. Because I wanted to see what would happen when the false queen was stripped of her illusion. And what did I find?”

Her voice drops to a whisper, eyes locking onto the camera with an unnatural intensity.

“A pathetic little girl. Desperate. Spiraling. Flailing in the dark, gasping for control that was never really hers to begin with.”

She tilts her head, her gaze never wavering.

“And now, you’re afraid, aren’t you? You won’t say it out loud—you’re too proud for that—but I can feel it.” She breathes in deeply, as if savoring the scent of fear. “It’s in the way your voice shakes beneath all that rage. In the way you repeat yourself, as if saying the words over and over again will make them real. ‘I’m still the queen. I’m still the champion. I’m still the best.’”

She chuckles again, softer this time.

“But we both know the truth, don’t we?”

A long pause. The fire between her fingers flickers dangerously.

“You are already dead, Victoria.”

The words are barely above a whisper, but they echo in the silence like a curse.

She watches the candle for a moment longer, then—without hesitation—snuffs it out with her fingertips. The screen plunges into darkness once more.

But her voice remains.

“You want to break me?” A laugh—low, dark, dripping with something wicked. “Bitch, I was broken long before you ever knew my name.”

The darkness lingers. The silence stretches. And then—

A single sound.

The crackling of flames.

Soft at first, then growing, consuming, devouring.

And through the fire, through the endless abyss, comes the a whisper:

"Burn, little queen. Burn."

The camera flickers to life, the grainy footage revealing the empty, cold expanse of an abandoned warehouse. Dust lingers in the stale air, the silence heavy and oppressive, broken only by the faint echo of footsteps across the cracked floor.

In the dim light, Alexandra appears. Her silhouette is sharp against the decaying walls, the harsh lines of her figure as unmistakable as the fire in her eyes. She’s alone, but she doesn’t need anyone else. She stands still, her hands loosely clasped, her head tilted as she listens to Victoria’s venomous words reverberating through her mind.
A slow smile creeps onto Alexandra’s face, one that doesn’t reach her eyes, which remains cold and calculating. The sound of a match striking against its box breaks the silence, the tiny flame flickering to life before she inhales deeply, letting the smoke curl around her fingers.

"Victoria," she says softly, her voice almost playful, as though she’s savoring the taste of the name, but it’s laced with something dangerous. "Did you think I’d be afraid? That I’d crumble under your threats? You seem to forget that I am the one who pushed you to your limits last time."

The sound of the match being extinguished echoes in the vast space around her as Alexandra throws it to the floor. She steps away from the small fire she’s started, leaving it to flicker in the shadows, symbolizing the very destruction Victoria has promised.

"That crown you cling to so desperately? The one you think defines you? It means nothing to me. You’re right about one thing though..." Her smile grows, darker, sharper. "You did steal something from me. But it’s not what you think."

Her voice lowers, a chilling quietness creeping in.

"You stole the illusion of your own power, Victoria. You took from me the one thing that made you feel untouchable. But you can’t possess what doesn’t belong to you. And now... now you’re going to learn that lesson the hard way."

She pauses, the flickering lights casting long shadows across her face. Her eyes narrow, fixated on something unseen, as though the very thought of Victoria has already begun to unravel her.

"You’re trying to burn me, trying to tear down everything I’ve built? You think I’m going to be consumed by your flames?"

A soft laugh escapes her, bitter and full of disbelief.

"Sweetheart, you’ve got it all wrong. You’ve only given me more fuel."

She steps forward, her boots crunching over the debris, the silence hanging heavily in the air.

"I’m not the one who’s going to burn, Victoria." Her voice drops to a whisper, as if she’s savoring the moment.
"You are."

The camera lingers on her eyes, cold as ice, before the screen fades to black, the sound of flames crackling in the distance.