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I think I have posted this somewhere before, but this is the lead up to Alexa's beginning.

The wind whipped up a storm. The dust cloud swirling around her feet mixing with the white mist flowing out of the narrow gap in the tent before her. The cacophony that assailed her ears drew a wry smile. She listened to the opening few bars of music before the thumping baseline kicked in, vibrating through the soles of her boots, up her legs, centring in her stomach. She clasped her gloved hands in front of her before giving her shoulders one final stretch and pulling the curtain aside.

Alexa Blaze stepped into the spotlight, the boos and jeers of the audience pulling the lopsided smirk wider. She looked disdainfully across the arena at her opponent as she struck her usual bring it on pose. Pausing for just a second, pointing towards the ring before starting forward. Her strides were long and purposeful. She knew exactly what was expected of her. Play the heel, make little miss shiny pants look good. Pull a couple of power moves, fall foul of her superior agility and go down for the count in the seventh minute. Piece of cake. Except it wasn’t going to go down like that today. She’d been given the nod, time to take out the competition.

Six minutes in and Amber Stone was winding up for her superkick to standing moonsault combo finisher. Alexa could see the victory celebrations running through her tiny mind. Planted in the centre of the ring she waited for Amber’s approach, at the last minute she twisted back to the left, her outstretched hand forming a fist as she spun. She felt the impact shudder up arm as she connected solidly, the brunette crumpled to the floor. A gasp ran wild through the crowd. Moving swiftly, Alexa grabbed the hair of the groggy form on the mat and pulled her up tucking her head between her knees. Alexa’s hands clasped around the dazed woman’s middle and she braced her legs locking her knees and lifting. Amber was on Alexa’s shoulders and spinning before she realised what was happening. Two seconds more and the mat was rushing up to meet her again as Alexa dropped. It was a perfect example of a spinning sit down power-bomb. She didn’t even have to move from her sitting position to make the pin. Shoulders down and a three count was all it took.

The victory celebrations were short lived, the crowd wasn’t happy and neither was the roster. But those were the breaks and you did what the people who paid you said. Besides, it wasn’t like it was real.

Alexa headed to the after show party with a spring in her step. A little bruised but pretty happy with her performance. After all, she got to kick the wannabe’s arse. The drinks would be flowing, it was a beautiful Saturday night, the air was warm and still and you could see the park from the marquee. Rounding the corner of the shower block she ran into wall of solid muscle. Her eyes travelled up. The guy was a giant. Well over 7 feet tall and built like a brick shithouse. She looked at him quizzically.

“You lost mister?”

His gaze focussed on her. Eyes travelling slowly from the soles of her stacked boots, up the ripped tights to take in the leather skirt, ripped t-shirt and chain belt.

“Nah. Found what I wos lookin’ for.”

Before she could open her mouth, her feet left the floor and she was looking at his back.

“Oi.. for fucks sake put me down.” When he kept walking she started to fight.