Kobe, Japan
Unaired footage following Bombshell Triple Threat
The camera opens up backstage, not long after Natalie McKinley pinned Alexis Edwards after the hard fought battle between both women and Roxi Johnson. The blank expression on Alexis’ face leads most to believe that she wasn’t too bothered, if at all, by her loss. But she appears to be on a mission as she quickly makes her way down the hall. She stops just outside the Bombshell locker room and before she heads inside, she looks over both her shoulders, making sure no one is following her. When she thinks the coast is clear, she knocks on the door and waits. After a few moments, when there is no response, she swings the door open to see that no one else is there and she darts inside, closing the door behind her.
She rushes over to the far corner where her duffel bag is placed and starts rummaging through it until she finds what she is looking for. Her silver flask. She lets out a relieved sigh before she looks over her shoulders one more time and quickly untwists the cap, brings the flask to her lips and then takes a big gulp. She savors the flavor of her drink of choice before she swallows and then takes another drink. That’s enough to satisfy her craving for the moment and she turns around and sits on the floor against the wall.
She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath and takes another drink, but just as she does, the door to the locker room opens and Pussy Willow walks inside. Her eyes fall on Alexis, and the flask in her hand. Alexis freezes, having been caught red-handed.
PW: Is that what I think it is?
Alexis shakes her head and lets out an awkward laugh as she tries to come up with a believable lie.
Lex: This? Oh, it’s not what you think it is. I’m not stupid. I just think the flask is cool. It’s water.
PW: Really? Water in a flask? Do you honestly expect me to believe that?
Alexis slowly stands up, nearly losing her balance in the process. Pussy Willow stares at her, shocked, and she shakes her head.
Lex: I honestly don’t give a fuck what you believe, Pussy. If I say it’s water, then it’s water. Got it?
PW: Sorry, honey, but it doesn’t work that way. You’ve been caught red-handed, and not only that, but I’m fairly sure you were drinking before your match, because you damn near fell just trying to stand up. If I had to guess, I’d say you’re drunk right now.
Alexis laughs again as she drops the flask down into her duffel bag and then glares back up at Pussy Willow.
Lex: Do you enjoy trying to cause shit, Pussy? You’re making something out of nothing, so just shut the fuck up. I wasn’t drinking before my match and I’m not drunk! I just got done wrestling and I--
Pussy Willow just rolls her eyes as Alexis tries to lie her way out of this situation, and she turns and walks out of the locker room.
Lex: Wait...where are you going?!
Pussy Willow doesn’t respond and Alexis runs over to the door almost as if she is going to follow her. Instead, she just looks out in the hall in the direction Pussy Willow went and a panicked expression falls over her face. She rushes back into the locker room and over to her duffel bag, quickly shoving the flask towards the bottom of the bag. She quickly collects the rest of her thinks, making sure she has everything, before she rushes back over to the door, ready to leave the building. Unfortunately for her, things are about to go very badly, as when she opens the door not only is Pussy Willow standing just in the hall, but so is Christian Underwood and three members of the security staff. She lets out a nervous laugh as she looks directly at Christian, who has a stern look on his face.
Lex: Heya, boss. Sorry, I’d love to stay and chat, but I really need to--
Christian shakes his head.
Christian: Not so fast, Alexis. I need to see your bag, if you don’t mind.
She glares over to Pussy Willow then looks down to her bag, trying to look as innocent as possible.
Lex: Why? There’s nothing important in here. Not unless you’re suddenly into wearing women’s clothing and all. Besides, I’m pretty sure that is intruding on my privacy or something…
Christian: It’s not if we suspect you have something that could be endangering the lives of my employees.
Alexis’ eyes grow wide.
Lex: Are you fucking kidding me?! I don’t have a fucking gun or anything in here! What could I possibly--Hey! Get your hands off of me, asshole!
Alexis shouts at one of the security guards as he approaches her and grabs for her duffel bag. She tries to fight, but Christian clears his throat and she turns her attention back to him.
Christian: I’d advise you not to make a scene, Alexis, as it will only make things worse for you in the end. I’ll take a look in that bag, thank you.
Christian is then handed Alexis’ bag, and Alexis glares back to Pussy Willow. As the situation unfolds, several people down the hall turn and stare at everything happening.
Lex: What the fuck did you tell him, blondie?! Christian, whatever she told you is complete--
She’s quickly stops what she was about to say when she turns her attention back to Christian. He’s just found her flask, and he’s holding it up for her to see, a disappointed look on his face. Alexis opens her mouth to try and explain, but she’s not given the chance as he untwists the cap and smells what she has inside. He shakes his head a few moments later, before he puts the cap back on.
Christian: That is most certainly not water.
Lex: Look, I can explain!
Christian: Save it, Alexis. There is no explaining your way out of this. Your time on this tour is over, and right now, your future in this company is on hold. We can discuss the matter once we return to Las Vegas. These gentleman will show you the way out.
Alexis’ jaw nearly hits the floor and even Pussy Willow seems surprised. One of the security guards hands Alexis her bag, but she doesn’t take it right away.
Lex: You can’t be fucking serious?! So I had a drink after my match! Big fucking deal! You’re kicking me off the tour over that?!
Christian: I’m not going to argue with you about this, Alexis. You were caught and now you’re going to suffer the consequences. I suggest over the next few weeks before everyone else returns to Las Vegas, you seek out some form of therapy, because you clearly need it.
The security guards try to grab a hold of Alexis’ arms to escort her out of the building but she yanks her arms away angrily, ready to put up a fight.
Lex: Don’t fucking touch me! I’m not going anywhere! This is bullshit!
Christian just shakes his head disappointedly as he turns and walks away. Alexis tries to get his attention again, but he ignores her as he has other business to take care of. Pussy Willow stands by and just watches as security leads Alexis away, almost kicking and screaming.
Lex: You stupid blonde bitch! This is all your fault! I SAID GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! I CAN WALK MYSELF, DOUCHEBAG!
Alexis continues shouting and fighting as she’s practically dragged out of the building and, as it seems at the moment, out of Sin City Wrestling…
TBC…
