Post by Alexandra Calaway on Oct 12, 2024 13:22:20 GMT -5
Concerned
LJ’s place
Las Vegas, Nevada
The bedroom is shrouded in dim light, illuminated only by the flickering neon glow from the Strip seeping through the heavy curtains. Alexandra paces the small space, her fingers gliding over her gear before packing it away, as she mentally readies herself for the upcoming match against Je$tyr. Each step is infused with energy, her anticipation palpable. LJ leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching her intently. His gaze is a mixture of admiration and concern, and the silence hangs between them, thick and charged. You can tell he’s concerned and considering everything that could happen in this match, especially since he can’t be there to watch over her.
Breaking the quiet, he pushes off the wall and steps forward, his voice low. “You know, this isn’t just another match, right, love?”
Alexandra halts, placing her hands on her hips, and turns to face him, a confident smile breaking across her face. “I know exactly what I’m up against. Je$tyr is unpredictable, but that’s what makes it exciting! I’ve been in the ring against him before.”
LJ steps closer, the seriousness in his expression softening as he looks at her. “Yes, in a tag match where someone else could have your back, love. Exciting doesn’t mean safe. I just don’t want you to get hurt out there, Angel.”
With a playful roll of her eyes, she softens her tone, a warmth in her voice. “I appreciate your concern, but I’ve trained for this. I know how to handle myself. As for having someone watch my back in that tag match, did you forget that’s the same man who two weeks prior kicked my head into a dumpster.”
He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply, the weight of his worries lingering in the air. “I get that, but you’ve seen what he can do. This isn’t just about skill; it’s about survival. He’s not afraid to play dirty.”
Alexandra takes a deep breath, her gaze steady and resolute. “And I’m not afraid to fight back. Remember, I didn’t come this far to back down now. You know I can play dirty too, love. I did it for a great many years.”
LJ shakes his head, his worry still etched on his face. “Just promise me you’ll stay cautious. You’re amazing in the ring, but Je$tyr plays by his own rules.”
Stepping closer, Alexandra reaches out to touch his arm, her eyes softening with sincerity. “I promise I’ll be careful. But I need you to trust me. I thrive in chaos. And when this match is through he will see that unlike his precious little Joli, I’m not so easily swayed. My mental game is stronger than his is.”
He searches her eyes for reassurance, and as he nods slowly, the tension between them crackles with unspoken feelings. “I trust you, my love. It’s just… I don’t want to watch you get hurt, especially not by someone like him.”
A playful smile dances across her lips, her fierce spirit shining through. “You know I’ve faced worse. Remember the last match at Violent Conduct? I took on three opponents at once!”
LJ chuckles, the tension easing slightly, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “True, but this is different. Je$tyr doesn’t just wrestle; he aims to injure.”
Alexandra steps closer, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace, her voice a soft murmur against his ear. “So did Luna, she thrived in it. But I walked out of this match. I know, but I promise you, I’m ready for anything.”
LJ’s arms encircle her, pulling her in closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his. “You’re my angel, and I want to protect you from everything, even yourself.”
They pull back, and she locks her gaze with his, with determination blazing in her eyes. “And if it gets too crazy, I’ll find a way out. I’m not going down without a fight.”
He brushes a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle and lingering. “You’re fierce, and that’s what I love about you. Just promise me you’ll think of me out there.”
Alexandra smiles, her heart swelling at his words. “Always. And I’ll fight like hell out there.”
LJ leans in, brushing his lips against her forehead, a tender gesture that sends warmth through her. “Just remember, I’m always in your corner, okay love? Even when I’m not physically there.”
“Always,” she replies, her voice thick with emotion. “And I’ll fight like hell out there and come back to you.”
As they break apart, the room’s atmosphere shifts with an electric charge. The connection between them deepens, a bond forged in trust and understanding. Alexandra stands tall, her fierce determination evident as she prepares for the chaos that awaits, ready to embrace the storm ahead. In that moment, surrounded by flickering lights and the distant hum of the Strip, they share a lingering gaze, an unspoken promise binding them together, both knowing that whatever happens next, they will always be each other’s strength.
Addressing the Clown
Fan Pier Park
Boston, Mass
Scene opens with a sweeping panoramic view of Fan Pier Park, overlooking the Boston Harbor at twilight. The sky is a canvas of purples and deep blues, streaked with the last remnants of daylight as the sun sinks behind the skyline. The city’s lights begin to flicker on, casting golden reflections across the rippling water of the harbor. The cold, biting wind rolls in off the Atlantic, swirling around Alexandra Calaway as she stands at the very edge of the pier. Her black leather jacket is zipped halfway up, the fabric clinging to her frame, with the collar popping slightly from the gusts of wind that tousle her hair. Her breath is steady, but the look in her eyes tells a different story—a story of raw determination, and a calm before the inevitable storm. She stands motionless, almost as if daring the wind to push her forward, her fingers flexing briefly at her sides. Her gaze is fixed on the horizon, the city behind her bathed in lights that shimmer against the darkening sky. The distant hum of Boston’s nightlife rises slowly, almost drowned out by the steady crash of waves against the pier. She lets the silence stretch, the weight of the moment thick in the air. Finally, she turns toward the camera, her eyes like sharp steel, cutting through the distant sounds of the city. When she speaks, her voice is clear, steady—sharp, but calm.
“Here we are. The city of champions. Boston.” The name hangs in the air as if it carries the weight of history itself. “A place where every victory is earned, where every fight has meaning. From the battles fought in the streets centuries ago to the ones fought in arenas today, Boston has always known what it takes to win. And just like those battles long ago, tonight I stand here with a message. Not just to Joli. Not just to Je$tyr. But to the entire roster of EPW.”
She pauses, allowing the weight of her words to sink in. Her eyes drift momentarily toward the churning water below, the reflection of the skyline shimmering across its surface, before snapping back to the camera with renewed intensity.
“Let’s talk about Joli. A woman who let herself be molded into something weak. Someone who thought that following Je$tyr’s lead would somehow make her stronger. But what happened in the ring against myself and Donnie? The last episode of Danger proved the truth that she’s been running from. It doesn’t matter how much you paint over it, how many masks you wear… weak minds will always crumble under real pressure.”
Alexandra’s voice grows stronger now, each word gaining weight as she begins to slowly pace along the pier’s edge. Her boots echo softly against the wooden planks, the rhythmic steps matching the pulse of her growing conviction.
“Joli thought she had something. Thought that by aligning herself with Je$tyr, she could reinvent herself. Turn herself into someone dangerous. But what happened in that ring was a brutal wake-up call. She hesitated. Just for a second. A fleeting moment of doubt. And that’s all it took for her to fall.”
Alexandra stops, spinning on her heel to face the camera dead-on, her expression hardening.
“In this business, hesitation is the kiss of death. It’s the line between survival and destruction. Joli hesitated, and I saw it. I felt the exact moment when she second-guessed herself, looking for Je$tyr in the corner of her eye. Searching for answers, for reassurance. And that’s when I knew—she wasn’t built for this. She wasn’t built to stand across from someone like me.”
Her voice drops, cold and deliberate, as she crosses her arms. Her body language shifts, becoming more closed off, the casual posture now a fortress of strength.
“You see, Je$tyr, you think of yourself as some puppet master, pulling strings, manipulating minds. You thrive on control—on twisting people’s weaknesses into something you can use for your own gain. But that’s where you and I are different. You needed Joli to follow your every move, to hang on your every word, because you knew, deep down, that without you, she was nothing. She was weak. Broken. And you thought you could fix her.”
A smirk pulls at the corner of her lips, though it’s devoid of humor—more a challenge, daring the notion of Je$tyr’s influence.
“But you were wrong. You can’t fix what’s fundamentally broken. You can only watch as it falls apart.”
She turns her back to the camera again, staring out at the dark waters of the harbor, her reflection almost swallowed by the waves beneath her feet. The wind picks up, pulling at her hair, but she remains steady, grounded. Her voice, though quieter now, carries an almost reflective tone.
“Joli was lost long before you came into the picture. She was searching for something—anything to make herself feel important. But in doing so, she allowed herself to be led down a path that ended with her lying broken in the center of the ring. And you know what? I don’t feel sorry for her. I don’t feel pity. Because she made her choice. She chose to follow a weak mind, and she became one herself.”
Alexandra’s expression shifts slightly, a glint of disappointment flickering in her eyes, but it quickly disappears as she turns back to the camera. Her gaze now sharper, more focused, as if the conversation has shifted from Joli to a far more dangerous target.
“But me? I’m not Joli. I’ve never been weak-minded. I’ve never let anyone else control my fate. You think you can manipulate me, Je$tyr? You think you can twist my thoughts, my actions, like you did hers?” She pauses, a slow shake of her head emphasizing the futility of his efforts. “Not a chance. You see, I’ve never followed the path of control. Not from management. Not from partners. And it damn sure won’t be from you.”
She steps closer to the camera, her voice deepening with purpose.
“I’ve faced people like you before. People who think they can get inside my head. People who think they can pull my strings, bend me to their will. But here’s the thing, Je$tyr. I’m not like the others. I don’t break. And I sure as hell don’t bow.”
Her voice grows more venomous, the tension in her body rising with each word.
“You think you’re clever. You think your mind games are going to give you the upper hand when we step into that ring again. But let me remind you of something. At Danger, you stood on the outside, watching helplessly as your little creation, your protégé, was torn apart. You watched me leave her in the dust. And deep down, you know it’s coming for you too.”
She lets the words hang in the air for a beat, her pacing resuming once again as she continues walking along the edge of the pier. The cold wind blows harder, swirling around her as if echoing her mounting intensity.
“I don’t need to manipulate others to win. I don’t need to play mind games to make people doubt themselves. My actions speak louder than anything you could say. And when I step into that ring with you again, Je$tyr, I’m going to show you what true power looks like. Not the kind of power you leech off of others. No. The kind that comes from knowing exactly who you are and what you’re capable of.”
Alexandra’s pace slows as she comes to a stop, standing in place as if considering her next words carefully. Her voice drops, but the calmness in it is more dangerous than ever before.
“Je$tyr, you talk about control. You think you’re the master of it, don’t you? But here’s the truth—you’ve never had real control. You’ve only ever taken advantage of people who were already broken. Joli was a pawn, a tool for you to feel powerful. But now she’s gone. And you? You’re nothing but a man standing on borrowed time.”
She steps closer to the camera once more, her eyes narrowing as her voice drops to a near-whisper, each word sharp enough to cut.
“I’m not Joli. I’m not weak. And I will not hesitate to end you. You see, while you’ve been playing your games, I’ve been preparing for war. And when we meet again in that ring, it’s not going to be about mind games or tricks. It’s going to be about survival.”
Her expression softens slightly, but the intensity in her voice remains, a dangerous edge still cutting through her calm.
“The truth is, Je$tyr, you’ve never met anyone like me. You’ve never faced someone who can’t be broken, who can’t be manipulated. I see right through you, and when the time comes, I’m going to rip away that façade of control you hide behind.”
She pauses again, letting her words settle like a cold weight over the scene. The camera zooms out, revealing the sprawling Boston skyline behind her, the lights reflecting off the harbor’s surface. The sound of the waves crashing against the pier grows louder as if building to a climax.
“And when I’m done with you, Je$tyr, there won’t be any question about who’s in control. There won’t be any doubt left in your mind… because I will leave you with nothing. No followers. No control. Just the cold, hard truth that you were never more than a puppet master whose strings I cut.”
The camera lingers, capturing her standing at the edge of the pier, the wind swirling around her. The Boston skyline behind her serves as a reminder of the battles fought and won in this very city. But instead of fading away, the camera refocuses, closing in on Alexandra's face as her eyes lock onto the camera with renewed intensity.
"Je$tyr," she whispers, as if testing the weight of his name in her mouth, the venom in her tone unmistakable. "You’ve spent your career building an empire of fear, haven’t you? Made a home in the shadows, lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I understand the appeal. The darkness makes you feel powerful. Untouchable."
She tilts her head slightly, her expression darkening.
"But what happens when someone steps into that darkness with you, unafraid? What happens when the shadows you hide behind aren’t enough to protect you anymore?"
She leans into the camera, her voice a dangerous whisper.
"You think you’re the one pulling the strings, but you’ve forgotten what real power looks like. True power is earned. It’s not something you steal from the broken. It’s built from the ground up, forged through blood, sweat, and pain. And that’s something you’ll never understand."
Her footsteps echo again as she walks slowly along the pier, every step deliberate, every movement a declaration of her control.
"I didn’t come here to play mind games. I came here to destroy everything you’ve built. To tear down your empire, brick by brick, until there’s nothing left. You’re not invincible. You’re just a man who’s grown far too comfortable at the top, thinking you can control everyone and everything around you."
She steps closer, her voice now low and measured.
"When this is all over, Je$tyr, and you’re lying there broken, I want you to remember the woman who promised to end you."
She steps back into the night, the wind howling around her as the camera zooms in on her eyes—blazing with the fire of someone who’s not just here to win but to claim total dominance.
"I’ve been in this business long enough to know that monsters like you don’t last forever. You think fear and control will protect you, but you’ve never faced someone like me. I don’t just fight to win, Je$tyr. I fight to end it every time I go out there."
Her voice drops to a chilling whisper, barely audible against the crashing waves.
"And your end… is coming."
The camera zooms out, the scene growing wider as Alexandra turns and walks away, her silhouette swallowed by the Boston night. The screen fades to black, leaving the audience with the echo of her words, the crash of waves, and the overwhelming sense of an approaching storm—one that no amount of control can stop.
Embracing the Storm: My Match Against Je$tyr
Alexandra Blog
Boston, Mass
Greetings, everyone!
As I sit here in Las Vegas, Nevada, in a dimly lit room, I can’t help but feel a rush of emotions as I prepare for my upcoming match against Je$tyr. The flickering neon lights from the Strip bleed through the heavy curtains, creating an almost surreal atmosphere that mirrors the intensity I’m feeling inside. I’m packing my gear, mentally rehearsing my strategies, and focusing on the task ahead.
The reality is, this match is unlike any other. LJ, my partner and constant support, is not here with me tonight, and while I know he cares deeply about my safety, I also know that I’m ready to face this challenge head-on. Je$tyr is unpredictable and known for playing dirty, but I thrive in chaos. I’ve trained hard for moments like this, and I won’t back down.
Our conversation before the match sticks in my mind. LJ expressed his concern, reminding me of the stakes involved. He reminded me of our previous encounter with Je$tyr in a tag match, emphasizing that I had the luxury of a partner watching my back. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes playfully, knowing that my past experiences have prepared me for the unpredictability of this sport. After all, I faced even greater odds during the last match at Violent Conduct, taking on three opponents at once!
But this isn’t just about the physical challenge; it’s a mental game as well. Je$tyr may think he has the upper hand with his mind games, but he’s underestimated my resilience. I refuse to let anyone dictate my fate. This match is not just a fight against him; it’s a declaration of my strength and determination. Je$tyr has made a name for himself by manipulating others, particularly Joli, who fell into his trap and became a shadow of her potential. I will not make the same mistake.
I want to take this moment to address Je$tyr directly. You may see yourself as a puppet master, but I’m not your puppet. You think you can control the outcome with your fear tactics and mind games, but I’m a different breed. I don’t crumble under pressure; I rise to the occasion.
Joli may have faltered in the ring, hesitating when it mattered most. That hesitation was her downfall, and it’s something I will never allow to define me. I’m not afraid to step into the darkness with you, Je$tyr. In fact, I welcome it. I thrive in environments where others falter.
So, here’s my promise to you, Je$tyr: when we meet in that ring again, it will not be about who plays the best mind games. It will be a battle of survival. I’m not interested in manipulation; I’m here to dismantle everything you’ve built. I fight for myself and my convictions, and I refuse to be a pawn in anyone’s game.
To my fans, I want you to know that I appreciate your unwavering support. I’m ready to take on the storm that awaits me in the ring. With every strike, every grapple, and every moment of chaos, I will remind myself of the strength that lies within me.
I won’t just fight to win; I will fight to dominate. I may not have LJ by my side physically, but his spirit will be with me every step of the way. I promise to give it my all and emerge victorious, proving that I am not just another competitor; I’m a force to be reckoned with.
Stay tuned for the outcome, and remember: I will always fight like hell.
With determination,
Alexandra
LJ’s place
Las Vegas, Nevada
The bedroom is shrouded in dim light, illuminated only by the flickering neon glow from the Strip seeping through the heavy curtains. Alexandra paces the small space, her fingers gliding over her gear before packing it away, as she mentally readies herself for the upcoming match against Je$tyr. Each step is infused with energy, her anticipation palpable. LJ leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching her intently. His gaze is a mixture of admiration and concern, and the silence hangs between them, thick and charged. You can tell he’s concerned and considering everything that could happen in this match, especially since he can’t be there to watch over her.
Breaking the quiet, he pushes off the wall and steps forward, his voice low. “You know, this isn’t just another match, right, love?”
Alexandra halts, placing her hands on her hips, and turns to face him, a confident smile breaking across her face. “I know exactly what I’m up against. Je$tyr is unpredictable, but that’s what makes it exciting! I’ve been in the ring against him before.”
LJ steps closer, the seriousness in his expression softening as he looks at her. “Yes, in a tag match where someone else could have your back, love. Exciting doesn’t mean safe. I just don’t want you to get hurt out there, Angel.”
With a playful roll of her eyes, she softens her tone, a warmth in her voice. “I appreciate your concern, but I’ve trained for this. I know how to handle myself. As for having someone watch my back in that tag match, did you forget that’s the same man who two weeks prior kicked my head into a dumpster.”
He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply, the weight of his worries lingering in the air. “I get that, but you’ve seen what he can do. This isn’t just about skill; it’s about survival. He’s not afraid to play dirty.”
Alexandra takes a deep breath, her gaze steady and resolute. “And I’m not afraid to fight back. Remember, I didn’t come this far to back down now. You know I can play dirty too, love. I did it for a great many years.”
LJ shakes his head, his worry still etched on his face. “Just promise me you’ll stay cautious. You’re amazing in the ring, but Je$tyr plays by his own rules.”
Stepping closer, Alexandra reaches out to touch his arm, her eyes softening with sincerity. “I promise I’ll be careful. But I need you to trust me. I thrive in chaos. And when this match is through he will see that unlike his precious little Joli, I’m not so easily swayed. My mental game is stronger than his is.”
He searches her eyes for reassurance, and as he nods slowly, the tension between them crackles with unspoken feelings. “I trust you, my love. It’s just… I don’t want to watch you get hurt, especially not by someone like him.”
A playful smile dances across her lips, her fierce spirit shining through. “You know I’ve faced worse. Remember the last match at Violent Conduct? I took on three opponents at once!”
LJ chuckles, the tension easing slightly, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “True, but this is different. Je$tyr doesn’t just wrestle; he aims to injure.”
Alexandra steps closer, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace, her voice a soft murmur against his ear. “So did Luna, she thrived in it. But I walked out of this match. I know, but I promise you, I’m ready for anything.”
LJ’s arms encircle her, pulling her in closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his. “You’re my angel, and I want to protect you from everything, even yourself.”
They pull back, and she locks her gaze with his, with determination blazing in her eyes. “And if it gets too crazy, I’ll find a way out. I’m not going down without a fight.”
He brushes a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle and lingering. “You’re fierce, and that’s what I love about you. Just promise me you’ll think of me out there.”
Alexandra smiles, her heart swelling at his words. “Always. And I’ll fight like hell out there.”
LJ leans in, brushing his lips against her forehead, a tender gesture that sends warmth through her. “Just remember, I’m always in your corner, okay love? Even when I’m not physically there.”
“Always,” she replies, her voice thick with emotion. “And I’ll fight like hell out there and come back to you.”
As they break apart, the room’s atmosphere shifts with an electric charge. The connection between them deepens, a bond forged in trust and understanding. Alexandra stands tall, her fierce determination evident as she prepares for the chaos that awaits, ready to embrace the storm ahead. In that moment, surrounded by flickering lights and the distant hum of the Strip, they share a lingering gaze, an unspoken promise binding them together, both knowing that whatever happens next, they will always be each other’s strength.
Addressing the Clown
Fan Pier Park
Boston, Mass
Scene opens with a sweeping panoramic view of Fan Pier Park, overlooking the Boston Harbor at twilight. The sky is a canvas of purples and deep blues, streaked with the last remnants of daylight as the sun sinks behind the skyline. The city’s lights begin to flicker on, casting golden reflections across the rippling water of the harbor. The cold, biting wind rolls in off the Atlantic, swirling around Alexandra Calaway as she stands at the very edge of the pier. Her black leather jacket is zipped halfway up, the fabric clinging to her frame, with the collar popping slightly from the gusts of wind that tousle her hair. Her breath is steady, but the look in her eyes tells a different story—a story of raw determination, and a calm before the inevitable storm. She stands motionless, almost as if daring the wind to push her forward, her fingers flexing briefly at her sides. Her gaze is fixed on the horizon, the city behind her bathed in lights that shimmer against the darkening sky. The distant hum of Boston’s nightlife rises slowly, almost drowned out by the steady crash of waves against the pier. She lets the silence stretch, the weight of the moment thick in the air. Finally, she turns toward the camera, her eyes like sharp steel, cutting through the distant sounds of the city. When she speaks, her voice is clear, steady—sharp, but calm.
“Here we are. The city of champions. Boston.” The name hangs in the air as if it carries the weight of history itself. “A place where every victory is earned, where every fight has meaning. From the battles fought in the streets centuries ago to the ones fought in arenas today, Boston has always known what it takes to win. And just like those battles long ago, tonight I stand here with a message. Not just to Joli. Not just to Je$tyr. But to the entire roster of EPW.”
She pauses, allowing the weight of her words to sink in. Her eyes drift momentarily toward the churning water below, the reflection of the skyline shimmering across its surface, before snapping back to the camera with renewed intensity.
“Let’s talk about Joli. A woman who let herself be molded into something weak. Someone who thought that following Je$tyr’s lead would somehow make her stronger. But what happened in the ring against myself and Donnie? The last episode of Danger proved the truth that she’s been running from. It doesn’t matter how much you paint over it, how many masks you wear… weak minds will always crumble under real pressure.”
Alexandra’s voice grows stronger now, each word gaining weight as she begins to slowly pace along the pier’s edge. Her boots echo softly against the wooden planks, the rhythmic steps matching the pulse of her growing conviction.
“Joli thought she had something. Thought that by aligning herself with Je$tyr, she could reinvent herself. Turn herself into someone dangerous. But what happened in that ring was a brutal wake-up call. She hesitated. Just for a second. A fleeting moment of doubt. And that’s all it took for her to fall.”
Alexandra stops, spinning on her heel to face the camera dead-on, her expression hardening.
“In this business, hesitation is the kiss of death. It’s the line between survival and destruction. Joli hesitated, and I saw it. I felt the exact moment when she second-guessed herself, looking for Je$tyr in the corner of her eye. Searching for answers, for reassurance. And that’s when I knew—she wasn’t built for this. She wasn’t built to stand across from someone like me.”
Her voice drops, cold and deliberate, as she crosses her arms. Her body language shifts, becoming more closed off, the casual posture now a fortress of strength.
“You see, Je$tyr, you think of yourself as some puppet master, pulling strings, manipulating minds. You thrive on control—on twisting people’s weaknesses into something you can use for your own gain. But that’s where you and I are different. You needed Joli to follow your every move, to hang on your every word, because you knew, deep down, that without you, she was nothing. She was weak. Broken. And you thought you could fix her.”
A smirk pulls at the corner of her lips, though it’s devoid of humor—more a challenge, daring the notion of Je$tyr’s influence.
“But you were wrong. You can’t fix what’s fundamentally broken. You can only watch as it falls apart.”
She turns her back to the camera again, staring out at the dark waters of the harbor, her reflection almost swallowed by the waves beneath her feet. The wind picks up, pulling at her hair, but she remains steady, grounded. Her voice, though quieter now, carries an almost reflective tone.
“Joli was lost long before you came into the picture. She was searching for something—anything to make herself feel important. But in doing so, she allowed herself to be led down a path that ended with her lying broken in the center of the ring. And you know what? I don’t feel sorry for her. I don’t feel pity. Because she made her choice. She chose to follow a weak mind, and she became one herself.”
Alexandra’s expression shifts slightly, a glint of disappointment flickering in her eyes, but it quickly disappears as she turns back to the camera. Her gaze now sharper, more focused, as if the conversation has shifted from Joli to a far more dangerous target.
“But me? I’m not Joli. I’ve never been weak-minded. I’ve never let anyone else control my fate. You think you can manipulate me, Je$tyr? You think you can twist my thoughts, my actions, like you did hers?” She pauses, a slow shake of her head emphasizing the futility of his efforts. “Not a chance. You see, I’ve never followed the path of control. Not from management. Not from partners. And it damn sure won’t be from you.”
She steps closer to the camera, her voice deepening with purpose.
“I’ve faced people like you before. People who think they can get inside my head. People who think they can pull my strings, bend me to their will. But here’s the thing, Je$tyr. I’m not like the others. I don’t break. And I sure as hell don’t bow.”
Her voice grows more venomous, the tension in her body rising with each word.
“You think you’re clever. You think your mind games are going to give you the upper hand when we step into that ring again. But let me remind you of something. At Danger, you stood on the outside, watching helplessly as your little creation, your protégé, was torn apart. You watched me leave her in the dust. And deep down, you know it’s coming for you too.”
She lets the words hang in the air for a beat, her pacing resuming once again as she continues walking along the edge of the pier. The cold wind blows harder, swirling around her as if echoing her mounting intensity.
“I don’t need to manipulate others to win. I don’t need to play mind games to make people doubt themselves. My actions speak louder than anything you could say. And when I step into that ring with you again, Je$tyr, I’m going to show you what true power looks like. Not the kind of power you leech off of others. No. The kind that comes from knowing exactly who you are and what you’re capable of.”
Alexandra’s pace slows as she comes to a stop, standing in place as if considering her next words carefully. Her voice drops, but the calmness in it is more dangerous than ever before.
“Je$tyr, you talk about control. You think you’re the master of it, don’t you? But here’s the truth—you’ve never had real control. You’ve only ever taken advantage of people who were already broken. Joli was a pawn, a tool for you to feel powerful. But now she’s gone. And you? You’re nothing but a man standing on borrowed time.”
She steps closer to the camera once more, her eyes narrowing as her voice drops to a near-whisper, each word sharp enough to cut.
“I’m not Joli. I’m not weak. And I will not hesitate to end you. You see, while you’ve been playing your games, I’ve been preparing for war. And when we meet again in that ring, it’s not going to be about mind games or tricks. It’s going to be about survival.”
Her expression softens slightly, but the intensity in her voice remains, a dangerous edge still cutting through her calm.
“The truth is, Je$tyr, you’ve never met anyone like me. You’ve never faced someone who can’t be broken, who can’t be manipulated. I see right through you, and when the time comes, I’m going to rip away that façade of control you hide behind.”
She pauses again, letting her words settle like a cold weight over the scene. The camera zooms out, revealing the sprawling Boston skyline behind her, the lights reflecting off the harbor’s surface. The sound of the waves crashing against the pier grows louder as if building to a climax.
“And when I’m done with you, Je$tyr, there won’t be any question about who’s in control. There won’t be any doubt left in your mind… because I will leave you with nothing. No followers. No control. Just the cold, hard truth that you were never more than a puppet master whose strings I cut.”
The camera lingers, capturing her standing at the edge of the pier, the wind swirling around her. The Boston skyline behind her serves as a reminder of the battles fought and won in this very city. But instead of fading away, the camera refocuses, closing in on Alexandra's face as her eyes lock onto the camera with renewed intensity.
"Je$tyr," she whispers, as if testing the weight of his name in her mouth, the venom in her tone unmistakable. "You’ve spent your career building an empire of fear, haven’t you? Made a home in the shadows, lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I understand the appeal. The darkness makes you feel powerful. Untouchable."
She tilts her head slightly, her expression darkening.
"But what happens when someone steps into that darkness with you, unafraid? What happens when the shadows you hide behind aren’t enough to protect you anymore?"
She leans into the camera, her voice a dangerous whisper.
"You think you’re the one pulling the strings, but you’ve forgotten what real power looks like. True power is earned. It’s not something you steal from the broken. It’s built from the ground up, forged through blood, sweat, and pain. And that’s something you’ll never understand."
Her footsteps echo again as she walks slowly along the pier, every step deliberate, every movement a declaration of her control.
"I didn’t come here to play mind games. I came here to destroy everything you’ve built. To tear down your empire, brick by brick, until there’s nothing left. You’re not invincible. You’re just a man who’s grown far too comfortable at the top, thinking you can control everyone and everything around you."
She steps closer, her voice now low and measured.
"When this is all over, Je$tyr, and you’re lying there broken, I want you to remember the woman who promised to end you."
She steps back into the night, the wind howling around her as the camera zooms in on her eyes—blazing with the fire of someone who’s not just here to win but to claim total dominance.
"I’ve been in this business long enough to know that monsters like you don’t last forever. You think fear and control will protect you, but you’ve never faced someone like me. I don’t just fight to win, Je$tyr. I fight to end it every time I go out there."
Her voice drops to a chilling whisper, barely audible against the crashing waves.
"And your end… is coming."
The camera zooms out, the scene growing wider as Alexandra turns and walks away, her silhouette swallowed by the Boston night. The screen fades to black, leaving the audience with the echo of her words, the crash of waves, and the overwhelming sense of an approaching storm—one that no amount of control can stop.
Embracing the Storm: My Match Against Je$tyr
Alexandra Blog
Boston, Mass
Greetings, everyone!
As I sit here in Las Vegas, Nevada, in a dimly lit room, I can’t help but feel a rush of emotions as I prepare for my upcoming match against Je$tyr. The flickering neon lights from the Strip bleed through the heavy curtains, creating an almost surreal atmosphere that mirrors the intensity I’m feeling inside. I’m packing my gear, mentally rehearsing my strategies, and focusing on the task ahead.
The reality is, this match is unlike any other. LJ, my partner and constant support, is not here with me tonight, and while I know he cares deeply about my safety, I also know that I’m ready to face this challenge head-on. Je$tyr is unpredictable and known for playing dirty, but I thrive in chaos. I’ve trained hard for moments like this, and I won’t back down.
Our conversation before the match sticks in my mind. LJ expressed his concern, reminding me of the stakes involved. He reminded me of our previous encounter with Je$tyr in a tag match, emphasizing that I had the luxury of a partner watching my back. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes playfully, knowing that my past experiences have prepared me for the unpredictability of this sport. After all, I faced even greater odds during the last match at Violent Conduct, taking on three opponents at once!
But this isn’t just about the physical challenge; it’s a mental game as well. Je$tyr may think he has the upper hand with his mind games, but he’s underestimated my resilience. I refuse to let anyone dictate my fate. This match is not just a fight against him; it’s a declaration of my strength and determination. Je$tyr has made a name for himself by manipulating others, particularly Joli, who fell into his trap and became a shadow of her potential. I will not make the same mistake.
I want to take this moment to address Je$tyr directly. You may see yourself as a puppet master, but I’m not your puppet. You think you can control the outcome with your fear tactics and mind games, but I’m a different breed. I don’t crumble under pressure; I rise to the occasion.
Joli may have faltered in the ring, hesitating when it mattered most. That hesitation was her downfall, and it’s something I will never allow to define me. I’m not afraid to step into the darkness with you, Je$tyr. In fact, I welcome it. I thrive in environments where others falter.
So, here’s my promise to you, Je$tyr: when we meet in that ring again, it will not be about who plays the best mind games. It will be a battle of survival. I’m not interested in manipulation; I’m here to dismantle everything you’ve built. I fight for myself and my convictions, and I refuse to be a pawn in anyone’s game.
To my fans, I want you to know that I appreciate your unwavering support. I’m ready to take on the storm that awaits me in the ring. With every strike, every grapple, and every moment of chaos, I will remind myself of the strength that lies within me.
I won’t just fight to win; I will fight to dominate. I may not have LJ by my side physically, but his spirit will be with me every step of the way. I promise to give it my all and emerge victorious, proving that I am not just another competitor; I’m a force to be reckoned with.
Stay tuned for the outcome, and remember: I will always fight like hell.
With determination,
Alexandra