Alexandra Calaway visits the EightPrime LLC Offices

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

Britlyn Baylor click clacks on her laptop when she hears a knuckle knock in her cracked open door. She turns and immediately smiles as one of her newest and most prominant stars walks in and takes a seat.


"Ms. Calaway. You made it."



"Yes I did. I'm sorry if I've had you waiting. Traffic was, difficult." She gave a smile.



"It does that. Tampa needs better roads. But I am so glad you're here! Look who is in my office, the infamous Alexandra Calaway. The wrestling world speaks very highly of you. It is my understanding that you were a champion in OCW before the unfortunate circumstances that overtook them?"



She gave a small chuckle and nodded her head.



"Well I've heard that you wanted a meeting with me. Yes I was. I was the OCW Piledriver Champion, newly won, didn't even get to defend it. However, I've been around long enough to know that things like this can happen."



"That it does. Well as you may know, we have taken over the majority shares of that company and are creating an entirely new one from the rubble. New shows, new belts, and hopefully.....new champions. Piledriver champion.....silly name. Though, our show, or rather our BRAND, is called Anarchy. We believe in our brand, and we believe in the Anarchy World Championship. Unlike that belt, this will be the second highest in our company ranks. Those who wear it can wear it with pride knowing that they will be the first holder of what it to become one of the hottest titles in the world. So, I ask........is Alexandra Calaway......'Anarchy'?"



"Born and bred Anarchy."



"I like to hear it. But let me ask, are you willing to EARN it? We don't give out party favors here."



"I don't take hand outs. Everything I've ever gotten, I've earned."


Britlyn looks back at her laptop quick, grinning. She looks back at Calaway.

"How are your referee skills?"


"They are as solid as my wrestling, calling it right down the middle."



"You know we signed your brother, Damien, right?"



"Yes."



"What you may NOT know is that Strader owes us a lot of money, and dragged us through the mud. The transition was a bit......messier....than we would have liked. We have chosen to forgive the debt, but in turn we have the rights to put a member of the Strader family in a match at Revival....."



"And let me guess.. John volunteered himself.. to protect his family.." She would swallow hard.



"That I cannot tell you. But if Alexandra Calaway wants to be--or rather, wants a chance to be,--OCW Anarchy Champion she is going to have to earn it. I think you'll do just fine, you've got that fighting spirit."



"You would be correct in that."



"You aren't nearly as mouthy as they said you were. Okay, well, you'd better get going, you wanna beat that rush hour traffic. We'll see you back here in Tampa for Revival.......and let me be the furst to say.....I wish you the best of luck."



"Oh well I am. I just know.. that there's a lot riding on this meeting." She stood up and started for the door before turning around to look at the boss. "If you think of hurting him, know that there isn't a force in heaven or hell .. that will hold me back." A quick pause as she thinks out what she was about to say. "If any harm comes to my family.. and that includes Damien orJohn.. I can promise to rain down hell upon OCW."



Britlyn smiles "I look forward to it."

Alexandra walks out, closing the door hard behind her.