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[Alicia Lukas]

Domestic Fallout

The house was quiet in a way that felt louder than any crowd. The hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the wall clock, even the faint creak of the floorboards carried weight. Alicia sat on the edge of the couch, the Roulette Championship belt resting in her lap like a reminder of something she didn’t know how to carry without guilt.

”Mom… are you going to eat dinner?”

“I’m hungry… aren’t you?” Rory’s small voice pulled her from the haze of the day. She looked up at him and then at Ryan, who was perched on the arm of the couch, elbows on knees, eyes tracking her every movement.

“You’ve been like this all week. You just… sit there with that belt.”

Their plates sat untouched on the coffee table, half-filled with spaghetti and vegetables.

”I’m… not that hungry,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Austin stepped into the living room from the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel. Marcus toddled along behind him, Maria clinging to his leg. The youngest pair were oblivious to the undercurrents, babbling at each other, filling the space with the kind of noise that both warmed and exhausted her.

”Hey,” Austin said, voice low. He sat down opposite her, watching as Marcus tried to stack a tower of blocks that Maria promptly knocked over. “You okay?”

”I’m fine,” Alicia said, but her words felt empty even to her. She reached for the belt again, thumb tracing the nameplate. “Just… tired, I guess.”

Austin leaned forward, elbows on his knees. His gaze wasn’t accusatory, but it was steady — measured. “I can see it, Ali. You’re here, but you’re not really here. You’re… somewhere else.”

Her jaw tightened. ”I’m thinking about the next match. That’s all.”

”Yeah, but it’s not just the next match, is it?” His eyes flicked toward the belt on the floor. “It’s every match. Every time you step into that ring, I can’t stop imagining… I don’t know, worst-case scenarios. You’ve been reckless before, but this… this is different. You’re the champion now.”

She swallowed, the knot in her throat tightening. ”I know.”

Marcus toppled the block tower again, squealing. Alicia glanced at him, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. The children sensed tension even when they didn’t understand it, she thought. Rory and Ryan had stopped poking at their plates, their attention now fixed on the silent exchange between the adults.

”You don’t get it,” she said softly, almost to herself. “You’ve seen the cage matches, the injuries. You’ve jumped off things I wouldn’t dream of. You’ve survived… so why does it scare you so much when it’s me?”

”Because I already buried someone I loved once,” Austin said quietly. His tone carried the same weight as weeks ago, but now it hung heavier, layered with the weariness of watching the children in the background, knowing that each risk Alicia took rippled out to affect all of them.

The words landed between them like stones in a still pond. Alicia didn’t respond immediately, only stared at the belt as though it might provide an answer.

”I’m not going to quit,” she finally said. Her voice was firmer, quieter than usual, carrying the certainty of someone who had already made the choice before saying it aloud. “I can’t. It’s part of who I am. I… I can’t pretend it isn’t.”

Austin ran a hand down his face, rubbing at the tension. ”I know you can’t. I just… I don’t want to lose you. Not to the wheel. Not to the rush. Not to something I can’t control.”

The children’s chatter faded into the background as Alicia studied his face. She could see the raw edges of his fear there — the quiet terror that life could hand her over to fate at any moment. For the first time that evening, she felt the full weight of their reality. She wasn’t alone in this. Whatever came next would touch everyone in the house.

”I thought… I thought coming home would be the easy part,” she admitted, finally allowing herself to lean back into the couch. Her gaze drifted to the children, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the living room light. “But it’s not. It’s… this. It’s being here and feeling like I’m not here. Feeling like I’m… letting you down.”

”You’re not letting me down,” Austin said, kneeling beside the couch now. His hand brushed hers for a moment — light, fleeting, but grounding. “I’m scared, Ali. That’s all. And maybe I’m scared for the wrong reasons, but… the kids see it too. And they love you. They’ll follow your lead, whether you realize it or not.”

The weight of his words hit harder than any championship match ever could. She had been so focused on the thrill of the ring, on reclaiming a piece of herself she thought she’d lost, that she hadn’t considered the ripples it caused at home. Rory and Ryan were old enough to notice changes in her mood. Marcus and Maria were too young to articulate their feelings, but not too young to sense them.

She took a slow, measured breath and leaned against him, letting the warmth of his shoulder anchor her. The belt sat on the floor, shining, untouchable for a moment, as if waiting for her next decision.

”I don’t want to hurt them,” she whispered. “But I also… I can’t stop.”

”Then we do it together,” Austin said simply. “Not because it’s easy, not because it’s safe, but because we face it as a family. You’re not spinning that wheel alone anymore, Ali. Not you, not the kids, not me.”

Alicia nodded slowly, the tension in her chest easing slightly. She bent down to pick up the belt, running her fingers along the nameplate. For a moment, it was just her — just the thrill of victory, the familiarity of the weight in her hands. Then she looked up, and there was Austin, watching, waiting, steady. And beyond him, her sons and the youngest two, playing quietly on the rug, unaware of how pivotal this moment really was.

She exhaled, letting some of the guilt slip away, replaced with a tentative resolve. The wheel would spin. That was inevitable. But maybe, just maybe, the fallout at home wouldn’t break them. Maybe it could be weathered. Maybe it could be survived — together.

The evening stretched into quiet, comfortable silence. Marcus toppled another tower of blocks, Maria clapped her hands and giggled. Rory and Ryan nudged their plates toward the couch, eyes flicking between Alicia and Austin.

”Dinner’s cold,” Alicia said with a soft laugh.

”Better cold than uneaten,” Austin replied.

And for the first time that night, the living room felt less like a storm and more like a harbor. The belt still gleamed, a reminder of chaos and ambition. But here, in this moment, the chaos was tempered by love, patience, and quiet understanding.

Alicia settled back on the couch, the belt across her lap, and allowed herself to simply be. Not perfect. Not fearless. Just here.

And that, she realized, might be enough.

How mundane

”High Stakes indeed.”

Alicia sighs heavily, looking down at her hand. She is slowly rolling a silver ball in her hand — a little bit bigger than a ball bearing, a ball that belongs to a roulette wheel.

”This event, every time it rolls around, is filled to the brim with huge matches that usually lead to huge moments. And here’s the thing, I love professional wrestling. I love everything about it. I fell in love with it when I was a kid. I saw my father on TV. I watched everyone he faced and everyone he beat. I watched everything that happened, and I studied, and I never had a feeling like that before. In fact, watching wrestling was my awakening to the realities of life. It made me realise what I wanted to do. And nothing was going to stop me.”

“Not my mother and her hatred of the business because of my father, not my father‘s words trying to warn me about taking the same path that he did. Not even the broken relationship I had in my youth that left me emotionally and physically destroyed — something I had to claw my way back from and fight my way through. None of that was going to stop me.”

“But the one thing that does stop you, is time.”

“Time makes fools of us all. And I have had an incredible career. Over the last decade, I have done everything I can to cement myself as one of the best of the best. I went to Japan and did everything I could there before coming back to the United States when nobody knew who I was or what I was capable of. I joined Honor Wrestling, I went to the top of that company, I went to the top of WWH. And then I came here, and went straight to the top of the Bombshells division. Every single company I have ever stepped foot in, I have gone to the top and I have done everything I can to be known as a legend. But SCW was the first place that really felt like it was home.”

Alicia pauses and takes a slow and deep breath. A very deliberate one, as she uses it to calm herself down before pushing it out and tilting her head, squeezing the roulette ball in her right palm.

”And when you love something and love a place so much, you struggle to leave. And as I already told you, I love professional wrestling. And I consider this company to be my home. So it’s always been hard to leave. And I tried. Oh Lord, did I try. I wanted to go home and simply be a mother, to be a wife, to enjoy the fruits of my labour and not get thrown around and smashed into the mat anymore. I wanted to simply spend time with my kids, spend time with my husband. I just wanted to live my life. But this business kept calling me back. And what made it worse is that both of my sons are old enough to understand how much I love this. And my husband? Well, everyone knows what kind of man Austin is.”

“He grew up in this business, he loves it just as much as I do. He’ll be back. But in knowing how much he misses it, he pushed me toward coming back once he finally found out just how much I wanted it. And, in five years, I have finally gotten back to being a champion. Five years of being in the wilderness in this company. Five years of attempts and failures. I was on the verge of giving up — giving up everything. It’s hard when you first come into a company and you have so much success, only for it to slip through your fingers time and time again. But luckily, a few months ago, I was able to recapture some of that glory.”

“I became the SCW Roulette Champion. A championship that, when I first stepped foot in this company, I didn’t really care about. The chaos and randomness of this entire division really didn’t sit right with me. But now? Now I thrive on it. I thrive on the chaos. I thrive on the fact that I don’t know what this championship and this division are going to throw at me next. And after winning it, I was able to defend it against Twisted Sister and Bea Barnhart…”

She chuckles and shrugs.

”Now, based off my opinions of my last two opponents, I can’t really stand here and celebrate that, can I? I’m glad that I’m still the Roulette Champion and I’m glad that I was able to overcome not one but two women — but the two women in question shouldn’t have even been in the ring with me. They should not have even had an opportunity at the Roulette Championship. That — that is something I don’t have a problem with this time. See, at High Stakes, I’m stepping into the ring with a woman who knows this division and this championship quite well. A woman who has earned her way into the history books with it.”

“Alexandra Calaway. To be honest, not my favourite person. But unlike certain other women in this company, she is someone who I can respect. A veteran who has done everything she can to become a force in SCW. Much like myself, she is a lover. Much like myself, she has sacrificed everything to be a part of this business. And while she might not exactly be someone I like, I can stand here and tell you she deserves to be in this match.”

“She is a three-time Roulette Champion. Three times. I dare say that means she can write her own contract when it comes to this championship and any opportunities. And this seems like it’s going to be an actual challenge for me. From the outside looking in, I am more accomplished than you, Alexandra. Yes, you are a three-time Roulette Champion, but all of your success has been in this division — a division that has always been looked at as lesser than the World Championship. And I ruled that division with an iron fist. I have done things that you could never imagine.”

“But… that doesn’t mean much right now.”

“See, you are in your comfort zone. The Roulette division is where you have spent the majority of your time in SCW. This is still new to me. I’m doing everything I can to try and hold on to the Roulette Championship and stay as its figurehead. You already know what it’s like to be there. You know what it’s like to stand head and shoulders above everyone else and tell everyone in the division that you are leading them and that you are the best. And that’s what you want to do again. And to do it, all you have to do is beat me. That’s all you have to do. But can you? That’s the question you’re going to have to ask yourself. Are you good enough to beat a woman who is a legend? And that’s not me blowing my own horn — I am a legend. I’m in this company’s Hall of Fame. And I’m back to where I belong. And it’s up to you to try and stop me, Alexandra. Good luck.”

[Alexandra Calaway]

A sense of Normacly
LJ’s Apartment
Las Vegas, Nevada

Law School, Wrestling, High School, a family atmosphere. Something more, that’s what they had in Vegas. The missing piece of the puzzle that was Alexandra Calaway and her daughter Ashlynn’s lives. Having LJ there, no more facetime calls, no more flights. Just the three of them in LJ’s cozy little place. Though eventually they would probably have to look into something bigger. She wasn’t used to domestic bliss, it felt almost foreign to her. After years of living in a big estate with just herself and Ashlynn, moving like this, felt so much like a second chance at life. Even in other aspects of her life. Not just the domestic part, but also her wrestling. She felt as if a new life had been breathed into her. This time, the possibilities were endless.

Alexandra had been at the apartment alone all day, with her daughter Ashlynn at school and then going straight to some sleepover afterwards, and LJ in classes, Alexandra had free time to relax and think about her upcoming match. But as the day progressed, she knew that LJ would be home from class soon and she wanted to do something nice for him. A couple of hours had just passed and she was just finishing up dinner when LJ walked through the door. He put his bag on the chair and followed the smell of food into the kitchen. That’s when she heard his voice.

“Hey,” LJ said, leaning against the doorframe, a tired smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Something smells amazing. Did you actually cook?”

Alexandra turned from the stove, smirking. “What’s that supposed to mean? I can cook, you know.”

He laughed, setting his keys down on the counter. “I just didn’t expect it. You’ve had a long week. I figured you’d order takeout or something.”

“Yeah, well,” she said, stirring the sauce one last time, “I figured you deserved a real meal after your marathon of classes. Plus, Ashlynn’s gone for the night, so it’s just us. We deserve a bit of normalcy around here.”

That last part lingered in the air for a second. LJ met her gaze, something soft and grateful in his expression.

“Then I guess it’s date night,” he said quietly. “Should have picked up some roses on the way home then.”

Alexandra chuckled and handed him a plate. “Sit. Eat. We’ll see if you still feel that romantic after you taste my cooking.”

He took a bite and his eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Okay. I’m impressed. What is this?”

“Chicken with lemon butter and roasted vegetables. Nothing fancy.” She gave a small shrug.

“Nothing fancy?” he said between bites. “This is better than the stuff at that Italian place downtown. Angel, you’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

She smiled, a little blush creeping up her cheeks. “You’re just saying that because you’re starving.”

“Nope,” he said, shaking his head. “You did something amazing and it’s perfect.”

They ate together, the apartment quiet except for the clinking of forks and the hum of the city outside. For the first time all week, Alexandra felt herself unwind. The match on Sunday still loomed in the back of her mind, but right now, right here, everything felt simple. Everything felt it was as it should be. The thoughts about her upcoming match were beginning to become nonexistent.

After a while, LJ leaned back in his chair. “So,” he said, glancing at her. “Are you ready for High Stakes love?”

Just the thought of her championship match at High Stakes brought forward the thoughts of every time she had tried recently at grabbing the championships recently. Every time she had failed to bring home the win. It all had led her back here. Back to another shot, another chance, one she didn’t plan on wasting this time.

Alexandra exhaled slowly. “As ready as I’ll ever be. I mean it’s the Roulette title, I’ve been there so many times. But something about this time seems different.”

He reached across the table and took her hand. “Then you’re gonna crush it.”

She smiled, squeezing his fingers. “You really think so?”

“I know so, Angel.” He pulled hand to her lips and kissed them softly. “Every time you go out there you give it your all.”

Alexandra leaned back in her chair, her fork resting on the edge of her plate. “You always say that,” she said, smiling a little.

“Because it’s always true,” LJ responded softly. He reached for his glass of water and took a sip, still watching her. “You’ve been training like crazy. You’ve earned this. You’re a former Roulette Champion, this match may feel different, but it’s not. The difference this time is you walk out the champion again.”

She gave a small shrug. “Yeah, but sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough, you know? You can do everything right, and still, well, you know.”

He nodded, finishing her thought for her. “Still lose.”

“Exactly.” She nodded her head in agreement with him.

The room went quiet again, but not in an uncomfortable way. The kind of quiet that comes from two people who didn’t need to fill every second with words.

LJ stood and started gathering their plates, ignoring her half-hearted protest. “You cooked, I’ll clean. Fair trade.”

“Fine,” she said, pushing her chair back. “But I’m at least drying.”

They moved around the kitchen together, brushing past each other now and then. The small space made it impossible not to. At one point, LJ reached across her for a towel, and for a moment, his hand lingered on her arm. She looked up, and he smiled, just a small, knowing smile, but it was enough to make her heart skip. Then again anytime he looked at her it did.

“You’re overthinking again, love.” LJ looked over at her and took a deep breath.

“Am I that obvious?” Alexandra asked, her hand on his arm.

“Only to me.” LJ chuckled softly.

She rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the grin creeping across her face. “You always think you know me so well.”

“That’s because I do Angel. Better than just about anyone.” He playfully swatted her on the ass with the towel.

They finished cleaning up, and when the last dish was stacked away, Alexandra leaned against the counter and let out a slow breath. “Thanks,” she said.

“For what?” LJ gave her a look that said more than his words did. He gave her a smirk.

“For this. For being here. For me, for Ashlynn. You’ve already done so much for us.” She kissed his cheek.

He shrugged like it was nothing, but she could see the warmth in his eyes. “Where else would I be?”

She didn’t answer right away. The match, the noise, the pressure of it all. It all felt far away for the first time in days. It was just them. Two people who believed in each other, who supported each other, no matter what.

“Come on,” he said, breaking the silence. “You should rest. Big day on Sunday.”

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “Big day.”

He turned off the kitchen light, and they headed down the hall together. Though she doubted she would actually get any rest. Just before they reached the door to their bedroom, he lifted her up, legs wrapping around his waist.

High Stakes
Sabino Canyon
Tucson, Arizona

Focus and remember just who the hell you are.

Wind blew through the canyon, up onto the top where Alexandra stood. The camera trains in on Alexandra who is walking along the edge. She turns to the camera and starts to speak, eyes full of focus and fire. Something that had been missing from her for months now.

“I didn’t expect to make it back to this point. After many failed attempts at getting my Roulette Title back and multiple failed attempts at getting the Bombshell World Championship in my grasp I had damn near given up the hope of being back here. There were so many times I asked myself, is this the right time for me to say goodbye to this business. I’ve had that thought many times over the course of my career. But I stay, I keep fighting, because that’s what a legend is. They don’t give up and walk away when shit gets hard. If there’s anything I can pride myself on when I finally retire, it's that I didn’t give up. No matter how tough things got. No matter what people had to say.”

She paused for a few moments, thinking about everything that had happened in her time in the industry and her time in Sin City Wrestling. The ups, the downs and everything in between. Her time here was nothing short of legendary and it was far from over.

“With every loss I have, so come the rumors. Alexandra’s getting old, Alexandra’s losing her touch. Truth is, not everyone can sit here day in and day out ignoring their private lives to better their jobs. I do this because  I love it, because I can. I do it for the fans, even those who love to spread rumors and gossip. Did you hear the one about where I’m supposedly pregnant and taking it easy? That’s not the case. I just don't see the need to go out there and purposely injure someone, just to win a match. Sometimes I look at it differently, sure we all love to win. To have something to show for all our hard work. But that’s just it, I have the more important things in life. I have my brilliant daughter, I have a loving boyfriend and a family. But at the end of the day, people only look at the accomplishments you make in the ring.”

The only person standing in the way of her taking the Bombshell Roulette Championship wasn’t Alicia Lukas, it would be herself if she focused on anything other than the match at hand. There was radio silence from Vincent and his bullshit vendetta against her. Right now, the only person in her sights was Alicia Lukas and the Bombshell Roulette Championship.

“Which brings me to my opponent, the Current Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion. Alicia Lukas. You have every right to be proud of what you’ve accomplished in your time here and while I don’t know you all that well, I do have a massive respect for you. But tell me, in your current reign as our beloved Bombshell Roulette Champion, how many times have you defended that belt? It seems that the person who defended it the most, damn near week in and week out was me. I was the workhorse of the division. And guess what, that was perfectly fine to me. I loved going out there and defending that belt anytime someone wanted. Some of my favorite matches here in Sin City were while I was its Bombshell Roulette Champion. Just look at the storied History made with that belt while I was the holder.”

Another pause as she looked out over the canyon. Being here, feeling nature around her, grounded her. Reminded her of what was truly important. In the end, you can’t take glory and fame to the grave with you. Glory doesn’t last forever, but your name does.

“That title was my pride and joy for a time. I held it twice. But in the time I held it, I was a fighting champion, defending it with everything I had in me. I fought some of the strongest women on this roster. Jessie Salco, Bobbie Dahl, Victoria Lyons, Bella Madison, the list goes on and on. I love the women’s division as a whole here in Sin City Wrestling. This company holds the best talent out there. But if you think for a second that I’m going to be an easy win, that’s not the case. Hell, Victoria and I were willing to bloody each other to the point of exhaustion. Tell me Alicia, are you willing to spill not only my blood, but your own for that championship? If you are, then I hope that wheel gives us exactly what we both desire. There’s so many great matches on that wheel. I look forward to whatever fate decides for us. Let’s face it, many have tried to knock me down for good, but I keep coming back for more. It’s called being relentless and I pride myself on never giving up.”

It seemed that Vincent’s threats were long forgotten at this point. No one had made an attempt and she no longer had that looming over her head. With that and the clarity that LJ brought during their many conversations while training, she was ready to reclaim the title.

“Legend versus the darkness-born dominator, I’m glad to see that someone still sees me for who I am. Darkness born, I miss hearing that. I do. Maybe it’s time I remind everyone just who I am and what I am capable of doing. I’ve bloodied up opponents, done things that most people’s lips would quiver at if it was even suggested. I’ve put my body on the line for years. All in the pursuit of glory. Just remember Alicia, that wheel can be fickle. There’s no telling what it will choose for us. Be it bloody, be it submissions, it doesn’t matter, the outcome will be the same at the end of it all. You will be flat on your back and looking up at me with my hand raised, in my hand will be your coveted Bombshell Roulette Championship. Because unlike some of these ladies, I’m not new to this business, I’ve adapted to the changes. That’s how I’ve lasted this damned long darling.”

She gave the camera a smile and tilted her head for a moment, clearly formulating her last words. Nothing she said was ever spur of the moment. She did this methodically. That was another thing that kept her in the industry this long. Adaptability, Relentlessness and the ability to methodically rip her opponents apart. Time to wrap it up. It was getting late and there was still much to do to prepare for Sunday. Not to mention she had a hot man to get back to. While he wasn’t booked, he had come to support her, Miles and Carter in their respective matches.

“All that’s left to say now is I hope that you don’t let me down. I’m actually looking forward to facing you again. Especially since it’s for My Bombshell Roulette Championship. That’s right, mine. I bled for that title. I have yet to see you do the same. Enjoy what little time you have left with the title darling. Because on Sunday, it goes home with me. Sweet dreams Alicia, dream about your reign, it’s about to end.”

With that, she walks away towards the darkness, fading from view. Clear headed and ready to reclaim her Bombshell Roulette Championship.