Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2023 16:04:16 GMT -5
Hospital
Damien’s Room
7/15/23
The soft glow of the monitor illuminates the quiet space as Alexandra sits by her younger brother Damien's bedside. His still form lies motionless, connected to various medical equipment, his youth contrasted by the fragility of his comatose state. Alexandra's eyes are filled with sorrow and love as she gazes at him, struggling to find the right words. Her voice is a whisper when she starts to speak, you can tell she’s hurting.
“Damien, I can't believe this has happened to you. You're my little brother, the one I was supposed to protect, and now. I don't even know how to protect you from this. You were always the brave one, brave, strong and always ready for whatever life throws at us. Always ready to take on the world, no matter how tough things got. And now, seeing you like this, it breaks my heart. It was you who helped me not fall apart when Ashlynn was kidnapped. It was you who suggested I ask the Straders for help to find her.”
She reaches out, gently taking hold of Damien's hand, her touch soft and comforting. She pauses, trying to compose herself, but the weight of the situation bears down on her. It was HER fault he was there. It was her fault that he got hurt.
“I should have been there for you, Damien. I should have been there to shield you from them Chaos, Myst, Mandii. It’s so strange that I found her here. I failed you, and I'm so sorry. They won't get away with this. I promise you, Damien, I won't rest until they pay for what they did to you. I will make sure that they hurt as you are right now.”
Her voice wavers with emotion, and she clenches her fist, a mix of frustration and sadness evident. Tears well up in her eyes, and she buries her face in her hands, trying to hide her vulnerability. She hated being weak and showing even this emotion, if anyone saw it. Would be able to know that her family, her daughter, her brother, his daughter, John Strader and Mack, his daughter were all that mattered to Alexandra.
“I know I haven't always been the best sister, Damien. I've made mistakes, and I've hurt people along the way. But you were always there for me, even when I didn't deserve it. You believed in me when no one else did. You're my little brother, Damien, and I am so sorry I couldn’t stop them. I’m so sorry that they wouldn’t let me help you. We've been through so much together, and I can't bear the thought of losing you.”
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Her grip tightens on Damien's hand, and she looks at him with a mixture of love and determination. The two of them had always had each other’s back and when he needed her the most, she was being held back.
“You have to wake up, Damien, your daughter needs you. You can't leave us all here alone. I need my brother, your daughter needs her father, and we all need you to fight. We still have so much life to live, so many memories to create. I need my little brother back. Please, Damien, wake up. You're strong, and I know you can overcome this. I won't give up on you. We're in this together, always. So, please, just wake up.”
As Alexandra sits by her brother's side, she remains steadfast, refusing to leave him, hoping that her presence will reach him even in his unconscious state. Damien wanted to respond, however he was going to let her continue to believe that he wasn’t awake. She speaks, her voice a whisper. With tear-streaked cheeks, Alexandra stays by her brother's side, holding onto the belief that he will wake up and that they will face whatever comes next together, as they have always done as siblings. A few hours passed and Alexandra left, knowing that she needed to prepare for her next event, she was going to have one of the biggest challenges of her life, Gabriel Reno.
“I feel sorry for Gabriel Reno..”
Damien waited until she left the room before opening his eyes and whispering, as the scene fades out.
Strader Estate
Out in the front yard
7/20/23
The camera pans to Alexandra leaning against his 1945 Harley Davidson, a mix of anticipation and concern evident in her eyes. Moments later, John walks over to her and places a hand on her hip, placing a kiss on her lips, his expression serious yet gentle.
“John, what's going on? You seem a bit distant.”
“There's something I need to talk to you about, Alexandra. It's about Mackenzie.”
Alexandra's eyes widen with curiosity and concern.
“What about Mack?”
“I have some personal matters I need to attend to in Canada, and I'll have to head there pretty soon, I'm sorry.”
Alexandra's heart sinks, worried about the impact this will have on their family.
“Canada? For how long?”
“It's hard to say exactly, but it could be a couple of weeks at least. I hate leaving you, Ashlynn, and Mackenzie like this, but it's something I need to take care of, it has to do with the club.”
Alexandra tries to hide her disappointment, understanding that John has responsibilities to take care of.
“I understand, John. You have to do what you need to do. But what about Mackenzie? Is she going with you?”
“No, I've arranged for her to stay here with you while I'm away. I trust you, Alexandra, and I know you'll take good care of her.”
A mix of emotions washes over Alexandra's face - concern for John, but also a sense of responsibility for his daughter Mackenzie.
“Of course, I'll take care of her. I know she’s not my daughter, but I’ll take care of her like she is, John. You know that.”
“I know, and that's why I trust you with her. You've been amazing to her, to both of us. I don't know what I would do without you.”
Alexandra reaches out and takes John's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“We'll be okay, John. Mackenzie will be safe here with Ashlynn and I, and I'll make sure she's well taken care of.”
“Thank you, Alexandra. It means the world to me. I know. And I'll be counting the days until I can see all of you again.”
As John wraps his arms around Alexandra, she holds him close, feeling the weight of his departure on her heart. Yet, she knows that they will get through this challenge together. In that moment, they find solace in each other's presence, knowing that they have each other's support even in the face of difficult times. Alexandra's mind drifts back to her upcoming match against Gabriel Reno, and she takes a deep breath, determined to be strong not only for herself but for Ashlynn, Mackenzie and John as well.
“Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to mention. Your opponent at Anarchy is Gabriel Reno. I'm sure you'll give him a run for his money, just like you always do. Win or Lose, you are still the Anarchy Champion, and still my Queen.”
“Of course. Reno doesn't stand a chance against me.”
As they continue to talk, Alexandra's mind is now focused on her upcoming match against Gabriel Reno. She's determined to show everyone that she's not just a champion, but a force to be reckoned with in the wrestling world. With her family by her side, she's ready to take on any challenge that comes her way.
Savannah, Georgia
Alexandra’s Hotel Room
7/21/23
Dream Sequence: Alexandra's Subconscious Realm - The scene unfolds in a surreal dreamscape, where the figure finds herself standing in a yard in the middle of the night. A figure stares through a window, lifting her cellphone to her ear. The figure had already dialed the number and she watched as the woman lifted the phone to her ear within the home. As the woman looked out the window, the figure hid in the darkness behind a tree. The woman inside answered with a soft voice.
“Hello?”
She asks into the emptiness of her home. It was super late and way beyond the time they normally received calls. The figure responded softly, in a sing-song sort of way.
“Hello there.”
“Hello who’s this?”
The figure smirked hearing the worry in the woman's voice as she answered.
“Soon you’ll discover…”
The figure responded, the voice modulator making her sound unlike herself. Even then, this woman wouldn’t know her either. This caused the woman to start to panic and the figure noticed her reach to place her hand on her stomach.
“I’m sorry I think you have the wrong number.”
The figure smirked hearing the fear in her voice. She loved being able to torment this woman. She wondered if the woman knew the bastard that grew within her stomach was Alexandra’s future opponent, time travel bitches anything is possible in a dreamscape.
“In just a minute you’ll be dying to hang on the line. Tell me your name and I’ll tell you mine.”
“My name? Why?"
“You picked up the phone, when your abusive husband left you pregnant and all alone.”
The figure paused for a moment to build the suspense, the voice came out ice cold and devoid of all happiness and life.
“I wanna know who I’m looking at.”
His mother looked out the window and it was as if second later Alexandra was whisked away to a place of hiding within the house, without even a thought. She now watched the woman from inside the house, her entire visage, in a black robe and mask.
“Who are you? What do you want?”
“Revenge.”
“Revenge for what?”
“For all the bullshit he’s pulled in his lifetime?”
The robed figure steps into view now, if Gabriel's mother would turn around she’d see the looming figure in the darkness of the kitchen, now illuminated by the living room television. On the television, some cheesy b-grade horror film is playing.
“For what bullshit? Who pulled what? My husband?”
You can tell that Elizabeth is trying to figure it out, trying to better understand what’s going on. The figure’s voice is cold, lifeless and uncaring.
“No. Keep guessing, this is a fun game we are playing Elizabeth.”
“Honey, this isn’t funny. I’m not laughing.”
A laugh sounds from behind her as a gloved hand reaches for a silver knife, the television reflection can be seen in it, the glint hitting her eyes. She tries to run and the assailant gives chase, not wanting to let her get away. Catching her, the figure pins the pregnant woman to the wall and places the knife at her belly.
“I’m not your husband. And you don’t know me.”
The knife raises and comes back down and a scream sounds, but before anything can happen Alexandra sits up in a cold sweat looking around the room. In the other bed, rest Mackenzie, at the sleeper bed, is her daughter Ashlynn. She wipes the sweat off her forehead before standing and moving out to the balcony of her hotel room. She tries to stop her shaking, her body responding to the dream she had just been having.
Damien’s Room
7/15/23
“Damien, I can't believe this has happened to you. You're my little brother, the one I was supposed to protect, and now. I don't even know how to protect you from this. You were always the brave one, brave, strong and always ready for whatever life throws at us. Always ready to take on the world, no matter how tough things got. And now, seeing you like this, it breaks my heart. It was you who helped me not fall apart when Ashlynn was kidnapped. It was you who suggested I ask the Straders for help to find her.”
She reaches out, gently taking hold of Damien's hand, her touch soft and comforting. She pauses, trying to compose herself, but the weight of the situation bears down on her. It was HER fault he was there. It was her fault that he got hurt.
“I should have been there for you, Damien. I should have been there to shield you from them Chaos, Myst, Mandii. It’s so strange that I found her here. I failed you, and I'm so sorry. They won't get away with this. I promise you, Damien, I won't rest until they pay for what they did to you. I will make sure that they hurt as you are right now.”
Her voice wavers with emotion, and she clenches her fist, a mix of frustration and sadness evident. Tears well up in her eyes, and she buries her face in her hands, trying to hide her vulnerability. She hated being weak and showing even this emotion, if anyone saw it. Would be able to know that her family, her daughter, her brother, his daughter, John Strader and Mack, his daughter were all that mattered to Alexandra.
“I know I haven't always been the best sister, Damien. I've made mistakes, and I've hurt people along the way. But you were always there for me, even when I didn't deserve it. You believed in me when no one else did. You're my little brother, Damien, and I am so sorry I couldn’t stop them. I’m so sorry that they wouldn’t let me help you. We've been through so much together, and I can't bear the thought of losing you.”
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Her grip tightens on Damien's hand, and she looks at him with a mixture of love and determination. The two of them had always had each other’s back and when he needed her the most, she was being held back.
“You have to wake up, Damien, your daughter needs you. You can't leave us all here alone. I need my brother, your daughter needs her father, and we all need you to fight. We still have so much life to live, so many memories to create. I need my little brother back. Please, Damien, wake up. You're strong, and I know you can overcome this. I won't give up on you. We're in this together, always. So, please, just wake up.”
As Alexandra sits by her brother's side, she remains steadfast, refusing to leave him, hoping that her presence will reach him even in his unconscious state. Damien wanted to respond, however he was going to let her continue to believe that he wasn’t awake. She speaks, her voice a whisper. With tear-streaked cheeks, Alexandra stays by her brother's side, holding onto the belief that he will wake up and that they will face whatever comes next together, as they have always done as siblings. A few hours passed and Alexandra left, knowing that she needed to prepare for her next event, she was going to have one of the biggest challenges of her life, Gabriel Reno.
“I feel sorry for Gabriel Reno..”
Damien waited until she left the room before opening his eyes and whispering, as the scene fades out.
Strader Estate
Out in the front yard
7/20/23
The camera pans to Alexandra leaning against his 1945 Harley Davidson, a mix of anticipation and concern evident in her eyes. Moments later, John walks over to her and places a hand on her hip, placing a kiss on her lips, his expression serious yet gentle.
“John, what's going on? You seem a bit distant.”
“There's something I need to talk to you about, Alexandra. It's about Mackenzie.”
Alexandra's eyes widen with curiosity and concern.
“What about Mack?”
“I have some personal matters I need to attend to in Canada, and I'll have to head there pretty soon, I'm sorry.”
Alexandra's heart sinks, worried about the impact this will have on their family.
“Canada? For how long?”
“It's hard to say exactly, but it could be a couple of weeks at least. I hate leaving you, Ashlynn, and Mackenzie like this, but it's something I need to take care of, it has to do with the club.”
Alexandra tries to hide her disappointment, understanding that John has responsibilities to take care of.
“I understand, John. You have to do what you need to do. But what about Mackenzie? Is she going with you?”
“No, I've arranged for her to stay here with you while I'm away. I trust you, Alexandra, and I know you'll take good care of her.”
A mix of emotions washes over Alexandra's face - concern for John, but also a sense of responsibility for his daughter Mackenzie.
“Of course, I'll take care of her. I know she’s not my daughter, but I’ll take care of her like she is, John. You know that.”
“I know, and that's why I trust you with her. You've been amazing to her, to both of us. I don't know what I would do without you.”
Alexandra reaches out and takes John's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“We'll be okay, John. Mackenzie will be safe here with Ashlynn and I, and I'll make sure she's well taken care of.”
“Thank you, Alexandra. It means the world to me. I know. And I'll be counting the days until I can see all of you again.”
As John wraps his arms around Alexandra, she holds him close, feeling the weight of his departure on her heart. Yet, she knows that they will get through this challenge together. In that moment, they find solace in each other's presence, knowing that they have each other's support even in the face of difficult times. Alexandra's mind drifts back to her upcoming match against Gabriel Reno, and she takes a deep breath, determined to be strong not only for herself but for Ashlynn, Mackenzie and John as well.
“Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to mention. Your opponent at Anarchy is Gabriel Reno. I'm sure you'll give him a run for his money, just like you always do. Win or Lose, you are still the Anarchy Champion, and still my Queen.”
“Of course. Reno doesn't stand a chance against me.”
As they continue to talk, Alexandra's mind is now focused on her upcoming match against Gabriel Reno. She's determined to show everyone that she's not just a champion, but a force to be reckoned with in the wrestling world. With her family by her side, she's ready to take on any challenge that comes her way.
Savannah, Georgia
Alexandra’s Hotel Room
7/21/23
Dream Sequence: Alexandra's Subconscious Realm - The scene unfolds in a surreal dreamscape, where the figure finds herself standing in a yard in the middle of the night. A figure stares through a window, lifting her cellphone to her ear. The figure had already dialed the number and she watched as the woman lifted the phone to her ear within the home. As the woman looked out the window, the figure hid in the darkness behind a tree. The woman inside answered with a soft voice.
“Hello?”
She asks into the emptiness of her home. It was super late and way beyond the time they normally received calls. The figure responded softly, in a sing-song sort of way.
“Hello there.”
“Hello who’s this?”
The figure smirked hearing the worry in the woman's voice as she answered.
“Soon you’ll discover…”
The figure responded, the voice modulator making her sound unlike herself. Even then, this woman wouldn’t know her either. This caused the woman to start to panic and the figure noticed her reach to place her hand on her stomach.
“I’m sorry I think you have the wrong number.”
The figure smirked hearing the fear in her voice. She loved being able to torment this woman. She wondered if the woman knew the bastard that grew within her stomach was Alexandra’s future opponent, time travel bitches anything is possible in a dreamscape.
“In just a minute you’ll be dying to hang on the line. Tell me your name and I’ll tell you mine.”
“My name? Why?"
“You picked up the phone, when your abusive husband left you pregnant and all alone.”
The figure paused for a moment to build the suspense, the voice came out ice cold and devoid of all happiness and life.
“I wanna know who I’m looking at.”
His mother looked out the window and it was as if second later Alexandra was whisked away to a place of hiding within the house, without even a thought. She now watched the woman from inside the house, her entire visage, in a black robe and mask.
“Who are you? What do you want?”
“Revenge.”
“Revenge for what?”
“For all the bullshit he’s pulled in his lifetime?”
The robed figure steps into view now, if Gabriel's mother would turn around she’d see the looming figure in the darkness of the kitchen, now illuminated by the living room television. On the television, some cheesy b-grade horror film is playing.
“For what bullshit? Who pulled what? My husband?”
You can tell that Elizabeth is trying to figure it out, trying to better understand what’s going on. The figure’s voice is cold, lifeless and uncaring.
“No. Keep guessing, this is a fun game we are playing Elizabeth.”
“Honey, this isn’t funny. I’m not laughing.”
A laugh sounds from behind her as a gloved hand reaches for a silver knife, the television reflection can be seen in it, the glint hitting her eyes. She tries to run and the assailant gives chase, not wanting to let her get away. Catching her, the figure pins the pregnant woman to the wall and places the knife at her belly.
“I’m not your husband. And you don’t know me.”
The knife raises and comes back down and a scream sounds, but before anything can happen Alexandra sits up in a cold sweat looking around the room. In the other bed, rest Mackenzie, at the sleeper bed, is her daughter Ashlynn. She wipes the sweat off her forehead before standing and moving out to the balcony of her hotel room. She tries to stop her shaking, her body responding to the dream she had just been having.
“Reno, your number’s up.”