Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2023 1:04:00 GMT -5
Strader Estate
Houston Texas
7/2/23
Alexandra stared out over the grounds of the Strader estate, her eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and contemplation. The passing of the day into night, the twinkle of distant stars, mirroring the thoughts swirling within her mind. She sighs deeply, her gaze fixed on the horizon as memories of her time away from her daughter and John flood her thoughts. She wouldn’t normally spend these hours at home thinking about everything that had happened in the past month. But at that moment, there was nothing else she could think about. Especially not with the REVIVAL show coming up for the new OCW.
“It's been a whirlwind, a tumultuous rollercoaster of emotions. The closing of the original Online Championship Wrestling, and then the Summerfest cruise with Sin City Wrestling. My world has been turned upside down, and I've been pulled in every direction. But my focus has always been to leave a legacy behind for my family. That will never change and if I must leave a trail of blood and the broken dreams of my opponents in my wake, so be it. Whatever it takes.
My return to OCW had led me back to him, back to my beloved John Strader, who had helped me rescue my little girl. I had not expected to win upon my return, much less be a champion so quickly, yet I did. My return to the OCW ring had awakened a fire in me which led to a string of wins elsewhere, more specifically, it was the support I had received from John that got me ready to face off at Sin City Wrestling. He was an inspiration to me, in ways I could never vocalize in any language. Then, there was my little girl, who was so supportive and happy to know that her mother, the fighting champion that she had always been, was not going to let the closing of OCW slow her down.
Ashlynn... My precious little girl. I can't help but feel the ache in my heart for the moments missed, the milestones I wasn't there to witness. She needed her mother, her guiding light, and I chose the spotlight but never hid anything from my daughter, she was and always will be my driving force. She’s the reason I keep doing this. Ashlynn deserves to see a mother who is strong and knows what she wants, who cherishes every moment with her. Who wants the best for her and to show her that anything is possible.
And John... My anchor, my rock. I've taken him for granted, consumed by my own ambition. He stood by me, supported me, even when it meant sacrificing his own happiness. But how much longer can I expect him to wait, to endure the constant absence? I know he’ll tell me it’s not a problem, but can I really sit here and still honestly deny how I feel about him? John, the man who had completely stolen her heart. He deserves clarity, reassurance, he deserves to know how she feels and a commitment that extends beyond the wrestling ring. One that I am willing to give.
Sometimes life throws us curveballs. I never expected my career to lead me to a man who understands me, loves me and accepts me without trying to change me. I found someone who was a kindred spirit. I found someone who understands the rise and fall of this industry that I chose to be a part of. And for that, I’ll forever be grateful and it was the Strader family, who pulled me back in when I wanted to walk out of the industry. Then there was the fall of OCW and the Rise of a new OCW. It wasn’t hard to jump to the new one. I had made up my mind, John never asked me not to, never asked me to turn back, he followed as if it was nothing. Always right over my shoulder and I never have to wonder. Life will never be the same again.”
Alexandra stood on the porch of the Strader Estate as the sun fell behind the horizon. She kept her mind clear, knowing the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but this was the life she was handed and the cards were on the table. She wouldn’t change it. John Strader had her heart and their families cared greatly for each other. John followed her wherever she went, not like a lost puppy, but like the loyal King that he was. The door opened behind her and John Strader joined her on the porch, sliding his arms around her waist from behind, his head pressed against hers softly, no words were spoken, but a soft kiss was placed on the side of her head, as the darkness closed in around them.
Me and The Devil
Undisclosed Graveyard
7/5/23
Camera fades in, revealing Alexandra standing amidst a solemn graveyard, the moon casting an eerie glow on the tombstones. She holds a microphone, her expression a mix of defiance and darkness. In the space behind her, you can see both her brother and her beloved John dressed in all black of their own styles. Her daughter, with her flame red hair, braided and placed upon her head, as well she too is dressed in all black, as is Alexandra, the group looking as if they were attending a funeral. But whose funeral was it?
“Here we are, Brooke, upon this hallowed ground—a place where the echoes of the past resonate with whispers of the fallen. It seems fitting, for in this graveyard, I speak not only of physical demise but of the destruction I shall bring upon you. You see the graveyard is a representation. The representation of the death of a life, a final resting place for those who have moved on. But death is only the beginning of a new journey in some religions of the world.
The wind rustles through the trees, enhancing the eerie atmosphere. She pauses, her voice laced with sinister determination. Fog rolled around the graveyard, low to the ground, keeping the atmosphere, just as it needed to be.
“Brooke, you may believe that your words can pierce my armor, that your actions can shatter my resolve. But in this place of eternal rest, I am reminded of the three things you can never take from me. The first is my pride, which runs deeper than the depths of these graves. It is an indomitable force that propels me forward, fueling my every step. Your attempts to diminish me will crumble like these weathered tombstones. You see, I stand tall and confident, unmoveable, knowing who I am and what I'm capable of. Your attempts to undermine me are nothing more than feeble attempts to break my spirit. I stand as tall and strong as an oak, unwavering."
The moonlight casts elongated shadows as Alexandra continues. Her brother and her daughter join her. Her daughter moved to stand in front of her, her brother at her left side, right behind a tombstone.
“Second, is my family. Those who have passed on, their legacy lives within me. They are the specters that guide my path, whispering in my ear, reminding me of the strength that resides in my blood. Your efforts to tarnish their memory are futile, Brooke. Just as my legacy will be left behind for my daughter, when my time comes. My brother, my daughter, my niece, you can never touch them, for they are protected. They are my foundation, my source of strength. They provide me with unwavering support and remind me that I am loved, no matter what happens in this ring. So, Brooke, you can try to target them with your mind games, but let me warn you—it's a losing battle. Because doing that would only be your own downfall.
Alexandra's eyes glimmer with a chilling intensity. John steps forward, placing a soft kiss on her cheek, his hand resting upon her shoulder.
“And lastly, the man I love, whose wild and untamable spirit permeates even this hallowed ground. He is the embodiment of unwavering devotion, a beacon of light that illuminates the darkest corners of my soul. Your attempts to sow seeds of doubt will wither against the unyielding bond we share. Oh, Brooke, you must be so envious, witnessing the connection we share. I can see through your armor my dear to the very core of you. His love empowers me, fuels the fire within. You can never strip that away, no matter how hard you try.”
The chilling wind carries Alexandra's words through the graveyard. She clutches the coins in her hand tighter, her voice resonating with darkness.
“Listen Princess, you stand on the precipice of destruction, for I am the harbinger of your demise. In this sacred place, I draw strength from the fallen, from the whispers of the forgotten. Your words and actions hold no sway over me. Keep running your mouth, keep trying to knock me off my pedestal. But remember, you're facing a woman who cannot be broken. My pride, my family, and the love of my life are the shield that protects me from the likes of you. Prepare yourself, Brooke, for our encounter will be a descent into darkness. I will strip you of your delusions, leaving you bare and broken. Prepare yourself for a world of pain. When we step into that ring, I will show you just how little your words and actions truly mean. I will dismantle you piece by piece, leaving nothing but a shattered, defeated carcass. Which I will bring here to bury. The graveyard shall bear your broken and bloodied carcass, while your soul goes to live among those who came before you.”
The moon casts an ethereal glow on Alexandra's face as she drops her gaze fixed on the tombstones around her. One of them holds the name of “Brooke Blakely”. She kneels down, grabbing some of the dirt and moves to stand over the one meant for Brooke. She starts letting the dirt fall into the grave. After that, she drops several golden coins into the grave as well.
“Brooke, the time for mercy has passed. In this graveyard of shattered dreams, I shall bury you alongside those who dared to cross me. Three coins for you to pay the ferryman's toll. For when we meet my dear, your dreams of defeating me, shall lead you to him.”
A dark laughter emanating from the darkness, in Alexandra’s tone with a chilling reminder of Alexandra's sinister resolve, her connection to the realm of the departed, and her unwavering determination to protect what matters most to her. The four of them walk into the fog, disappearing as it closes in around them.
Houston Texas
7/2/23
Alexandra stared out over the grounds of the Strader estate, her eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and contemplation. The passing of the day into night, the twinkle of distant stars, mirroring the thoughts swirling within her mind. She sighs deeply, her gaze fixed on the horizon as memories of her time away from her daughter and John flood her thoughts. She wouldn’t normally spend these hours at home thinking about everything that had happened in the past month. But at that moment, there was nothing else she could think about. Especially not with the REVIVAL show coming up for the new OCW.
“It's been a whirlwind, a tumultuous rollercoaster of emotions. The closing of the original Online Championship Wrestling, and then the Summerfest cruise with Sin City Wrestling. My world has been turned upside down, and I've been pulled in every direction. But my focus has always been to leave a legacy behind for my family. That will never change and if I must leave a trail of blood and the broken dreams of my opponents in my wake, so be it. Whatever it takes.
My return to OCW had led me back to him, back to my beloved John Strader, who had helped me rescue my little girl. I had not expected to win upon my return, much less be a champion so quickly, yet I did. My return to the OCW ring had awakened a fire in me which led to a string of wins elsewhere, more specifically, it was the support I had received from John that got me ready to face off at Sin City Wrestling. He was an inspiration to me, in ways I could never vocalize in any language. Then, there was my little girl, who was so supportive and happy to know that her mother, the fighting champion that she had always been, was not going to let the closing of OCW slow her down.
Ashlynn... My precious little girl. I can't help but feel the ache in my heart for the moments missed, the milestones I wasn't there to witness. She needed her mother, her guiding light, and I chose the spotlight but never hid anything from my daughter, she was and always will be my driving force. She’s the reason I keep doing this. Ashlynn deserves to see a mother who is strong and knows what she wants, who cherishes every moment with her. Who wants the best for her and to show her that anything is possible.
And John... My anchor, my rock. I've taken him for granted, consumed by my own ambition. He stood by me, supported me, even when it meant sacrificing his own happiness. But how much longer can I expect him to wait, to endure the constant absence? I know he’ll tell me it’s not a problem, but can I really sit here and still honestly deny how I feel about him? John, the man who had completely stolen her heart. He deserves clarity, reassurance, he deserves to know how she feels and a commitment that extends beyond the wrestling ring. One that I am willing to give.
Sometimes life throws us curveballs. I never expected my career to lead me to a man who understands me, loves me and accepts me without trying to change me. I found someone who was a kindred spirit. I found someone who understands the rise and fall of this industry that I chose to be a part of. And for that, I’ll forever be grateful and it was the Strader family, who pulled me back in when I wanted to walk out of the industry. Then there was the fall of OCW and the Rise of a new OCW. It wasn’t hard to jump to the new one. I had made up my mind, John never asked me not to, never asked me to turn back, he followed as if it was nothing. Always right over my shoulder and I never have to wonder. Life will never be the same again.”
Alexandra stood on the porch of the Strader Estate as the sun fell behind the horizon. She kept her mind clear, knowing the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but this was the life she was handed and the cards were on the table. She wouldn’t change it. John Strader had her heart and their families cared greatly for each other. John followed her wherever she went, not like a lost puppy, but like the loyal King that he was. The door opened behind her and John Strader joined her on the porch, sliding his arms around her waist from behind, his head pressed against hers softly, no words were spoken, but a soft kiss was placed on the side of her head, as the darkness closed in around them.
Me and The Devil
Undisclosed Graveyard
7/5/23
Camera fades in, revealing Alexandra standing amidst a solemn graveyard, the moon casting an eerie glow on the tombstones. She holds a microphone, her expression a mix of defiance and darkness. In the space behind her, you can see both her brother and her beloved John dressed in all black of their own styles. Her daughter, with her flame red hair, braided and placed upon her head, as well she too is dressed in all black, as is Alexandra, the group looking as if they were attending a funeral. But whose funeral was it?
“Here we are, Brooke, upon this hallowed ground—a place where the echoes of the past resonate with whispers of the fallen. It seems fitting, for in this graveyard, I speak not only of physical demise but of the destruction I shall bring upon you. You see the graveyard is a representation. The representation of the death of a life, a final resting place for those who have moved on. But death is only the beginning of a new journey in some religions of the world.
The wind rustles through the trees, enhancing the eerie atmosphere. She pauses, her voice laced with sinister determination. Fog rolled around the graveyard, low to the ground, keeping the atmosphere, just as it needed to be.
“Brooke, you may believe that your words can pierce my armor, that your actions can shatter my resolve. But in this place of eternal rest, I am reminded of the three things you can never take from me. The first is my pride, which runs deeper than the depths of these graves. It is an indomitable force that propels me forward, fueling my every step. Your attempts to diminish me will crumble like these weathered tombstones. You see, I stand tall and confident, unmoveable, knowing who I am and what I'm capable of. Your attempts to undermine me are nothing more than feeble attempts to break my spirit. I stand as tall and strong as an oak, unwavering."
The moonlight casts elongated shadows as Alexandra continues. Her brother and her daughter join her. Her daughter moved to stand in front of her, her brother at her left side, right behind a tombstone.
“Second, is my family. Those who have passed on, their legacy lives within me. They are the specters that guide my path, whispering in my ear, reminding me of the strength that resides in my blood. Your efforts to tarnish their memory are futile, Brooke. Just as my legacy will be left behind for my daughter, when my time comes. My brother, my daughter, my niece, you can never touch them, for they are protected. They are my foundation, my source of strength. They provide me with unwavering support and remind me that I am loved, no matter what happens in this ring. So, Brooke, you can try to target them with your mind games, but let me warn you—it's a losing battle. Because doing that would only be your own downfall.
Alexandra's eyes glimmer with a chilling intensity. John steps forward, placing a soft kiss on her cheek, his hand resting upon her shoulder.
“And lastly, the man I love, whose wild and untamable spirit permeates even this hallowed ground. He is the embodiment of unwavering devotion, a beacon of light that illuminates the darkest corners of my soul. Your attempts to sow seeds of doubt will wither against the unyielding bond we share. Oh, Brooke, you must be so envious, witnessing the connection we share. I can see through your armor my dear to the very core of you. His love empowers me, fuels the fire within. You can never strip that away, no matter how hard you try.”
The chilling wind carries Alexandra's words through the graveyard. She clutches the coins in her hand tighter, her voice resonating with darkness.
“Listen Princess, you stand on the precipice of destruction, for I am the harbinger of your demise. In this sacred place, I draw strength from the fallen, from the whispers of the forgotten. Your words and actions hold no sway over me. Keep running your mouth, keep trying to knock me off my pedestal. But remember, you're facing a woman who cannot be broken. My pride, my family, and the love of my life are the shield that protects me from the likes of you. Prepare yourself, Brooke, for our encounter will be a descent into darkness. I will strip you of your delusions, leaving you bare and broken. Prepare yourself for a world of pain. When we step into that ring, I will show you just how little your words and actions truly mean. I will dismantle you piece by piece, leaving nothing but a shattered, defeated carcass. Which I will bring here to bury. The graveyard shall bear your broken and bloodied carcass, while your soul goes to live among those who came before you.”
The moon casts an ethereal glow on Alexandra's face as she drops her gaze fixed on the tombstones around her. One of them holds the name of “Brooke Blakely”. She kneels down, grabbing some of the dirt and moves to stand over the one meant for Brooke. She starts letting the dirt fall into the grave. After that, she drops several golden coins into the grave as well.
“Brooke, the time for mercy has passed. In this graveyard of shattered dreams, I shall bury you alongside those who dared to cross me. Three coins for you to pay the ferryman's toll. For when we meet my dear, your dreams of defeating me, shall lead you to him.”
A dark laughter emanating from the darkness, in Alexandra’s tone with a chilling reminder of Alexandra's sinister resolve, her connection to the realm of the departed, and her unwavering determination to protect what matters most to her. The four of them walk into the fog, disappearing as it closes in around them.