Not afraid to bleed || vs. Legion
Aug 9, 2023 1:55:36 GMT -5
"Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor, synn, and 1 more like this
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2023 1:55:36 GMT -5
Nationwide Arena
Backstage
Columbus, Ohio
Imperial Wrestling Federation’s Odyssey
8/8/23
The buzzing energy of the arena is matched by the tension in the air. Alexandra Calaway sits on a trainer's table, her forehead slightly furrowed as a medical professional works on stitching up a cut above her eye. Her Anarchy World Championship rests on a nearby chair, a testament to her hard-fought victory over Matt Knox. But even amidst the sting of her wound, her eyes glitter with triumph. John Strader struts into the room, his signature smirk crossing his face.
"Hey babe, How’s my champ?"
Alexandra looks up, her expression softening as she catches sight of John. He's the kind of steady presence she's come to rely on, a rock in the storm of the wrestling world. Grinning despite the stitches, she tilts her head slightly.
"Hey handsome, Did you catch the match?"
"Of course I did. You were phenomenal out there, as always. You know why I had to stay in the back."
He approaches, his eyes lingering on her cut for a moment before he gently brushes his thumb over her knuckles.
"Yeah, well, you know me – I'm not one to back down from a fight. And I understand completely."
He gestures to her newly won Invictus title, chuckling softly.
"That's an understatement. Looks like you got yourself another shiny accessory."
They had just finished up with her stitches and were monitoring her so she could be free to travel.
"Yeah, well, Knox put up a hell of a fight. But you know what they say – it's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog."
"I believe that's exactly how the saying goes. You're one tough woman, that's for sure, it’s one of the many reasons why I love you."
He kisses the spot where the stitches are. She winces slightly at the touch, but it's a fleeting discomfort compared to the pride she feels. She blushes and speaks with a playful tone.
" Watch out, you're making me blush here."
He straightens up, a fond smile on his lips.
"So, what's next for the Invictus Champion?"
Her expression becomes a bit more serious, her thoughts drifting to the next challenge. She leans against him, looking over at the title.
"Well, the celebrations will have to wait. Tomorrow night, I've got a match against Legion over at OCW's Anarchy. No rest for the wicked, right?"
"Legion, huh? You've tangled with her before, haven't you?"
"Yeah, she's no pushover. I've also never beaten her before, and I'll do it this time. You know, I want this win to be a message, not just to Legion, but to everyone – I'm not here to play second fiddle, I'm here to dominate."
"That's my girl. I’m so proud of you. And I have no doubt that you'll show everyone exactly what you're made of, just like you always do."
His eyes hold a mix of pride and affection. As he speaks, he wraps an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close. Resting her head against his shoulder, feeling the leather of his kutte against her skin.
"Thanks baby, I love you John. Your unwavering support means the world to me."
"Always, Ally. He pauses, his tone turning a bit more playful, Just remember to take it easy tonight. No need to go picking any more fights before your big match."
She chuckles softly, enjoying the warmth of his embrace, feeling him press kisses to her head.
"I make no promises. But I'll try to save my energy for tomorrow night."
They share a quiet moment, the bond between them so clear and very strong. In the midst of the chaotic wrestling world, they find solace in each other's presence, in public and in their private lives.
Undisclosed Location
Raleigh, North Carolina
8/9/23
The scene opens with a dimly lit room, shadows dancing along the walls. The camera slowly pans, revealing Alexandra Calaway standing in the center, her eyes fixed on the camera with a confident smirk.
“You know, it's funny how quickly the narrative can change in this industry. One moment, you're riding high on a wave of success, and the next, you're faced with setbacks that test your very essence. Lately, that's been the story of my journey – a roller coaster of victories and challenges that have tested the core of who I am.”
She leans against a wall, her expression a mixture of reflection and determination.
“Sin City Wrestling, a place where I've tasted the bitterness of defeat more times than I'd care to admit. It's been a trial by fire, a constant battle against opponents who are hungry for their own spot in the limelight. Losses have become a familiar companion, but here's the thing about me – I don't crumble under the weight of defeat. I thrive on it.”
Her eyes flash with a fierce determination.
“And now, a shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship. It's not just a chance to prove myself; it's a chance to silence those who doubt me, those who believe I've lost my edge. I've weathered storms before, and I've come out stronger every time. This championship is a symbol of my resurgence, a reminder to everyone that Alexandra Calaway never backs down from a fight.”
Her gaze becomes introspective as she talks about her recent departure from New Frontier Wrestling.
“As for my time in New Frontier Wrestling, it was a chapter that closed unexpectedly. Yes, I was released, but I'm not the type to linger on closed doors. I'm the type to kick those doors down, to forge my own path. Sometimes, setbacks are just setups for a comeback, and I'm ready to show the world that I'm far from done.”
Her fists clench and then relax, a physical representation of her unwavering determination.
“Through every trial, through every defeat, I've held onto one truth – I'm a fighter. I'm not the type to shrink from adversity; I'm the type to meet it head-on. I wear my battle scars with pride, because each one tells a story of resilience, of never giving up.”
She looks directly into the camera, her message clear and unwavering. Her voice grows stronger, a beacon of determination.
“So, to those who think they can write me off, to those who believe they can break me, I have a message for you: I've faced demons, I've faced giants, and I've faced my own doubts. And every time, I've come out on top. I don't shy away from challenges; I embrace them. This is a reminder to the world that Alexandra Calaway is not defined by her past mistakes or recent setbacks. I'm defined by my unwavering spirit, my relentless drive, and my unyielding pursuit of excellence. The world can throw whatever it wants at me, but I'll keep rising. I'll keep fighting. And mark my words, I'll keep winning.”
It’s then that she focuses on her opponent for the show. Alexandra chuckles softly, her fingers tapping against the metal plates of her championship belt hanging over her shoulder.
“Well, well, well, Legion. Look who's back for another round with the Queen of Anarchy. You just can't seem to get enough, can you? Or maybe it's that you're hoping the fifth time's the charm, and you'll finally be the one to knock me off my throne? You see, Legion, I've faced you before. Multiple times, in fact. And every single time, I've proven that I am the superior competitor, win or lose. You're like a bad penny that keeps turning up, and it's become quite tiresome, to be honest.”
She takes a step forward, her gaze intensifying.
“But here we are, one more time, in the ring. And let me make one thing abundantly clear: I don't fear you. I never have. You might be relentless, you might be dangerous, but I've faced worse. I've stared down monsters, demons, and I've come out on top every single time.”
Alexandra's voice grows sharper, her words dripping with confidence.
“You want to make a name for yourself? You want to prove that you're something more than just another face in the crowd? Well, sweetie, you've picked the wrong target. Because I am not just any opponent. I am the Anarchy World Champion, and that means I'm at the top of my game.”
She lifts the championship belt, letting it catch the light as it gleams in the dim room.
“You've tried to break me, you've tried to beat me down, and yet here I stand, stronger than ever. I relish every challenge, every opponent who steps into that ring against me. But you, Legion and me, this is something more.”
The camera zooms in on Alexandra's face, her eyes blazing with determination.
“Legion, you seem to think that you're some sort of entity that can't be defeated. But let me tell you something, darling. Strangers can be conquered. Entities can be turned into mere memories. And that's exactly what I'm going to do to you – turn you into a distant memory.”
She steps closer to the camera, her eyes unwavering. Her voice grows more intense, each word carrying a weight of determination. Alexandra's fingers tighten around the championship belt, her knuckles turning white.
“You're not the first opponent to try and get under my skin. You're not the first to attempt to break me mentally or physically. And guess what? Just like all the others, you'll fail. Because I am unbreakable. I am resilient. I thrive on challenges. I thrive on adversity. I've faced my own demons, both inside and outside that ring. I've walked through the fires of adversity and emerged stronger on the other side. I've clawed my way to the top, and I refuse to let anyone take me down from there. I know you're counting on this being your moment, your chance to shine. But let me tell you something, Legion – this is my house, my domain, my Kingdom. And I don't share the spotlight with anyone. You can try to cast a shadow over me, but I'll only use that darkness to fuel my fire.”
She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with each word.
“As for that Anarchy World Championship around my waist, it's not just a title. It's a symbol of my journey, my sacrifices, my victories. I've fought tooth and nail for this, and I'm not about to let anyone take it away from me. Not you, not anyone, lucky for you, this isn’t a title match.”
Her gaze hardens, her determination turning into a challenge.
“So, Legion, let's make this clear. When that bell rings and we step into that ring, I'm not just facing you. I'm facing every doubt, every obstacle, and every opponent who's ever tried to bring me down. And mark my words, I will overcome. I will rise above. I will prove once again why I am the undeniable, unstoppable force in this industry.”
With a final glance into the camera, Alexandra's smirk returns. She holds her title in her hands, flipping it back over her shoulder, turning her back to the camera, looking back at the camera one last time.
“Get ready to face the embodiment of resilience and determination, Legion. Get ready to be defeated. Because in the end, this is my time, my moment, and I'm going to seize it with everything I've got. Bring your best, Legion. Bring everything you've got, because I assure you, it won't be enough. You can try to haunt me, to break me, but in the end, I will be the one standing tall. Because this is my kingdom, my domain, and I will defend it with everything I've got.”
With a final smirk, Alexandra steps back into the shadows, the scene fading to black. Alexandra's words hang in the air, a clear declaration of her confidence and determination. She may have faced Legion before, but this time, she's ready to prove once again why she's the reigning Anarchy World Champion.
Backstage
Columbus, Ohio
Imperial Wrestling Federation’s Odyssey
8/8/23
The buzzing energy of the arena is matched by the tension in the air. Alexandra Calaway sits on a trainer's table, her forehead slightly furrowed as a medical professional works on stitching up a cut above her eye. Her Anarchy World Championship rests on a nearby chair, a testament to her hard-fought victory over Matt Knox. But even amidst the sting of her wound, her eyes glitter with triumph. John Strader struts into the room, his signature smirk crossing his face.
"Hey babe, How’s my champ?"
Alexandra looks up, her expression softening as she catches sight of John. He's the kind of steady presence she's come to rely on, a rock in the storm of the wrestling world. Grinning despite the stitches, she tilts her head slightly.
"Hey handsome, Did you catch the match?"
"Of course I did. You were phenomenal out there, as always. You know why I had to stay in the back."
He approaches, his eyes lingering on her cut for a moment before he gently brushes his thumb over her knuckles.
"Yeah, well, you know me – I'm not one to back down from a fight. And I understand completely."
He gestures to her newly won Invictus title, chuckling softly.
"That's an understatement. Looks like you got yourself another shiny accessory."
They had just finished up with her stitches and were monitoring her so she could be free to travel.
"Yeah, well, Knox put up a hell of a fight. But you know what they say – it's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog."
"I believe that's exactly how the saying goes. You're one tough woman, that's for sure, it’s one of the many reasons why I love you."
He kisses the spot where the stitches are. She winces slightly at the touch, but it's a fleeting discomfort compared to the pride she feels. She blushes and speaks with a playful tone.
" Watch out, you're making me blush here."
He straightens up, a fond smile on his lips.
"So, what's next for the Invictus Champion?"
Her expression becomes a bit more serious, her thoughts drifting to the next challenge. She leans against him, looking over at the title.
"Well, the celebrations will have to wait. Tomorrow night, I've got a match against Legion over at OCW's Anarchy. No rest for the wicked, right?"
"Legion, huh? You've tangled with her before, haven't you?"
"Yeah, she's no pushover. I've also never beaten her before, and I'll do it this time. You know, I want this win to be a message, not just to Legion, but to everyone – I'm not here to play second fiddle, I'm here to dominate."
"That's my girl. I’m so proud of you. And I have no doubt that you'll show everyone exactly what you're made of, just like you always do."
His eyes hold a mix of pride and affection. As he speaks, he wraps an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close. Resting her head against his shoulder, feeling the leather of his kutte against her skin.
"Thanks baby, I love you John. Your unwavering support means the world to me."
"Always, Ally. He pauses, his tone turning a bit more playful, Just remember to take it easy tonight. No need to go picking any more fights before your big match."
She chuckles softly, enjoying the warmth of his embrace, feeling him press kisses to her head.
"I make no promises. But I'll try to save my energy for tomorrow night."
They share a quiet moment, the bond between them so clear and very strong. In the midst of the chaotic wrestling world, they find solace in each other's presence, in public and in their private lives.
Undisclosed Location
Raleigh, North Carolina
8/9/23
The scene opens with a dimly lit room, shadows dancing along the walls. The camera slowly pans, revealing Alexandra Calaway standing in the center, her eyes fixed on the camera with a confident smirk.
“You know, it's funny how quickly the narrative can change in this industry. One moment, you're riding high on a wave of success, and the next, you're faced with setbacks that test your very essence. Lately, that's been the story of my journey – a roller coaster of victories and challenges that have tested the core of who I am.”
She leans against a wall, her expression a mixture of reflection and determination.
“Sin City Wrestling, a place where I've tasted the bitterness of defeat more times than I'd care to admit. It's been a trial by fire, a constant battle against opponents who are hungry for their own spot in the limelight. Losses have become a familiar companion, but here's the thing about me – I don't crumble under the weight of defeat. I thrive on it.”
Her eyes flash with a fierce determination.
“And now, a shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship. It's not just a chance to prove myself; it's a chance to silence those who doubt me, those who believe I've lost my edge. I've weathered storms before, and I've come out stronger every time. This championship is a symbol of my resurgence, a reminder to everyone that Alexandra Calaway never backs down from a fight.”
Her gaze becomes introspective as she talks about her recent departure from New Frontier Wrestling.
“As for my time in New Frontier Wrestling, it was a chapter that closed unexpectedly. Yes, I was released, but I'm not the type to linger on closed doors. I'm the type to kick those doors down, to forge my own path. Sometimes, setbacks are just setups for a comeback, and I'm ready to show the world that I'm far from done.”
Her fists clench and then relax, a physical representation of her unwavering determination.
“Through every trial, through every defeat, I've held onto one truth – I'm a fighter. I'm not the type to shrink from adversity; I'm the type to meet it head-on. I wear my battle scars with pride, because each one tells a story of resilience, of never giving up.”
She looks directly into the camera, her message clear and unwavering. Her voice grows stronger, a beacon of determination.
“So, to those who think they can write me off, to those who believe they can break me, I have a message for you: I've faced demons, I've faced giants, and I've faced my own doubts. And every time, I've come out on top. I don't shy away from challenges; I embrace them. This is a reminder to the world that Alexandra Calaway is not defined by her past mistakes or recent setbacks. I'm defined by my unwavering spirit, my relentless drive, and my unyielding pursuit of excellence. The world can throw whatever it wants at me, but I'll keep rising. I'll keep fighting. And mark my words, I'll keep winning.”
It’s then that she focuses on her opponent for the show. Alexandra chuckles softly, her fingers tapping against the metal plates of her championship belt hanging over her shoulder.
“Well, well, well, Legion. Look who's back for another round with the Queen of Anarchy. You just can't seem to get enough, can you? Or maybe it's that you're hoping the fifth time's the charm, and you'll finally be the one to knock me off my throne? You see, Legion, I've faced you before. Multiple times, in fact. And every single time, I've proven that I am the superior competitor, win or lose. You're like a bad penny that keeps turning up, and it's become quite tiresome, to be honest.”
She takes a step forward, her gaze intensifying.
“But here we are, one more time, in the ring. And let me make one thing abundantly clear: I don't fear you. I never have. You might be relentless, you might be dangerous, but I've faced worse. I've stared down monsters, demons, and I've come out on top every single time.”
Alexandra's voice grows sharper, her words dripping with confidence.
“You want to make a name for yourself? You want to prove that you're something more than just another face in the crowd? Well, sweetie, you've picked the wrong target. Because I am not just any opponent. I am the Anarchy World Champion, and that means I'm at the top of my game.”
She lifts the championship belt, letting it catch the light as it gleams in the dim room.
“You've tried to break me, you've tried to beat me down, and yet here I stand, stronger than ever. I relish every challenge, every opponent who steps into that ring against me. But you, Legion and me, this is something more.”
The camera zooms in on Alexandra's face, her eyes blazing with determination.
“Legion, you seem to think that you're some sort of entity that can't be defeated. But let me tell you something, darling. Strangers can be conquered. Entities can be turned into mere memories. And that's exactly what I'm going to do to you – turn you into a distant memory.”
She steps closer to the camera, her eyes unwavering. Her voice grows more intense, each word carrying a weight of determination. Alexandra's fingers tighten around the championship belt, her knuckles turning white.
“You're not the first opponent to try and get under my skin. You're not the first to attempt to break me mentally or physically. And guess what? Just like all the others, you'll fail. Because I am unbreakable. I am resilient. I thrive on challenges. I thrive on adversity. I've faced my own demons, both inside and outside that ring. I've walked through the fires of adversity and emerged stronger on the other side. I've clawed my way to the top, and I refuse to let anyone take me down from there. I know you're counting on this being your moment, your chance to shine. But let me tell you something, Legion – this is my house, my domain, my Kingdom. And I don't share the spotlight with anyone. You can try to cast a shadow over me, but I'll only use that darkness to fuel my fire.”
She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with each word.
“As for that Anarchy World Championship around my waist, it's not just a title. It's a symbol of my journey, my sacrifices, my victories. I've fought tooth and nail for this, and I'm not about to let anyone take it away from me. Not you, not anyone, lucky for you, this isn’t a title match.”
Her gaze hardens, her determination turning into a challenge.
“So, Legion, let's make this clear. When that bell rings and we step into that ring, I'm not just facing you. I'm facing every doubt, every obstacle, and every opponent who's ever tried to bring me down. And mark my words, I will overcome. I will rise above. I will prove once again why I am the undeniable, unstoppable force in this industry.”
With a final glance into the camera, Alexandra's smirk returns. She holds her title in her hands, flipping it back over her shoulder, turning her back to the camera, looking back at the camera one last time.
“Get ready to face the embodiment of resilience and determination, Legion. Get ready to be defeated. Because in the end, this is my time, my moment, and I'm going to seize it with everything I've got. Bring your best, Legion. Bring everything you've got, because I assure you, it won't be enough. You can try to haunt me, to break me, but in the end, I will be the one standing tall. Because this is my kingdom, my domain, and I will defend it with everything I've got.”
With a final smirk, Alexandra steps back into the shadows, the scene fading to black. Alexandra's words hang in the air, a clear declaration of her confidence and determination. She may have faced Legion before, but this time, she's ready to prove once again why she's the reigning Anarchy World Champion.