Not to be trifled with || Savage by Nature Part 1

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In the dimly lit training gym, the sound of heavy bags being pummeled and the thud of bodies hitting the mat echoed through the air. Alexandra Calaway, determined to make her upcoming tag team match a victory, was training alongside her friend Dhillon Michaels, Paulix, and Koya. They were helping her prepare for the bout, with their friend Cassandra Daniels, someone who knew their move sets well and a former wrestler herself, overseeing their training session. The atmosphere was charged with excitement and camaraderie.



"Alright, guys," Cassandra called out as she adjusted her ponytail. "Let's go over those high-impact spots for your match. Remember, timing is key."



Alexandra and Dhillon nodded in unison. As Cassandra signaled for them to begin, Alexandra and Dhillon demonstrated the double suplex they had been working on. It was crucial for Alexandra to get the timing right, ensuring that their moves flowed seamlessly in the tag match.



After flawlessly executing the double suplex in their training, Alexandra and Dhillon decided to practice their in-ring chemistry further with a light sparring session. Alexandra stepped up to face Paulix, who was standing in for one of Alexandra’s opponents in the upcoming tag team match where she would be facing off against Angel and Wraith. With a swift leap, Alexandra landed a picture-perfect dropkick to Paulix's chest, sending him sprawling to the canvas. He gets up and hits Alexandra with a soft clothesline.



“Ona ne farforovaya kukla., Do your job!”


Cassandra was clearly agitated. Alexandra bounced off the ropes and continued her offensive, hitting a series of sharp strikes and grapples, showcasing her agility and technique. However, Koya, not one to stay on the sidelines for long, intervened. Together, Paulix and Koya seized the opportunity to double-team Alexandra. The double-team maneuvers were executed with precision, and Alexandra found herself momentarily on the defensive.


Alexandra was no pushover, despite the amount of rumors saying so. With determination burning in her eyes, she summoned her inner strength and powered out of their grasp, rolling to her corner and tagging in Dhillon. The crowd would be electrified by this turn of events. Dhillon entered the ring with a fire in his eyes, ready to unleash his unique brand of offense. He faced off against both Paulix and Koya, exchanging fast-paced strikes and counters. The ring seemed to come alive with their intense energy. The momentum swung back and forth as Dhillon showcased his resilience and wrestling prowess. After a dazzling sequence of moves, he managed to tag Alexandra back into the match, and she re-entered with a vengeance.


Cassandra clapped her hands in approval. "Excellent! Now, let's work on refining your teamwork. Remember to adapt to the situation if needed. This match is your chance to shine."



With their final preparations complete and their confidence soaring, Alexandra left the training ring and headed for the locker room. Alexandra was ready to face her opponents in the upcoming tag team match. She knew that with Dhillon as her training partner and the guidance of Cassandra, this match wouldn’t go the way that Angel or Wraith wanted it to.



Alexandra cleaned up quickly and dressed before hearing someone enter the room. The air in the room changed, Alexandra could sense who was in the room with her.



“Hello Cassie. Did you catch that press conference?”



Cassandra sat down on the bench and looked over at Alexandra. “It completely boggles my mind, qu’est-ce que c’est, a rancid waste of space decided to come onto the internet and just speak so foul.”



“It wasn’t that bad. You should have heard the things that Knox said about me.” Alexandra rolled her eyes.



“What, the fuck, kind of name is Knox? You know what, I don't care. Where is he now? Back off licking his wounds somewhere in obscurity where he belongs.” Cassie waved her hand in a dismissive nature.



Alexandra responded quickly. “He took his ball and went home.”



Cassie got a smirk on her face, looking at the other woman. “How gracious of you to even leave him with one. Just because this buffoon didn’t go and run your name through the mud, doesn’t earn him any mercy or respect.”



“Oh burn.” Alexandra laughed softly.



“Tisk tisk,” Cassie responded. “He doesn’t deserve me being any nicer.”

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Amidst the eerie silence of a crumbling, long-abandoned warehouse, Alexandra stands amidst the desolation, the Invictus Championship draped over her shoulder, shimmering. The dim, flickering lightbulbs cast eerie shadows across her determined face. She takes a deep breath, her voice echoing through the dilapidated structure. She starts to walk, her boots crunching on debris and shattered concrete.


“It’s here and now that I find myself alone, in this forsaken place, not for theatrics or for showmanship, but to send a message. You see, this isn't about the grandeur of the arena or the roar of the crowd. This is about something deeper, something primal. It's about the pursuit of greatness.”



As she walks, the camera pans to capture the sheer devastation of the surroundings, a stark contrast to her unwavering determination. Her gaze remains locked on the camera, the Invictus Championship glinting ominously in the faint light.


“Angel Blake, Wraith, I want you to understand something crystal clear. Titles like the IWF Tag Team Championships, they aren't just shiny accessories. They're a symbol of supremacy, a testament to the finest in tag team wrestling.”


She approaches a broken window, shattered glass crunching beneath her boots. Her voice grows more intense as she speaks.


“This abandoned place, it's a metaphor for what lies ahead. A battleground where alliances will be tested, where blood, sweat, and tears will be shed. Angel, Wraith, I've seen your abilities, and I acknowledge your reign as champions. But champions fall, and new ones rise.”


She steps through the shattered window and onto a ledge overlooking the ruins. Her words resonate amidst the crumbling structure. With the championship in hand, she continues.


“Savage by Nature, is not just wrestlers thrown together for convenience. We're a unit forged in the crucible of blood and determination. We've bled and fought together. We're ready to ascend, to claim what we believe is rightfully ours.”


The camera captures Alexandra standing defiantly on the precipice, her silhouette against the backdrop of the deteriorating warehouse.



“Wraith, you said something not too long ago. Let me see if I get this quote correct; ‘I know that you are not looking across the ring at me, and seeing a friend, and you are not seeing family, but rather, you are seeing everything your woman wishes you could be! The bloodthirsty… violent… merciless… monster…’ You see you were right about something. He did see a man who was bloodthirsty, violent, merciless, and as you claim yourself to be a monster. But you see he does not need to be those things for me. I can do those things for myself. I know you saw what I did in that ring to now tag team partner. I know you saw what I did to The Raven, Matt Knox. What makes you think that I will not do the very same, to you? Respect is great, but fearing me tastes far more sweeter.”



She took time to pause, quickly focusing her thoughts.



“Angel Blake, or should I say "GOD," as you prefer to be called. Let's be clear about one thing: in the squared circle, there are no gods, only competitors. You may have the arrogance of a deity, but that means nothing when we step into that ring. You claim to be a healer, but in reality, you're just another opponent, another obstacle in my path. I've faced my share of brutal strikers, technical wizards, and even high flyers, but your style, Angel, it's something else entirely. Your willingness to hurt not only your opponents, but yourself, is the key to your undoing. Remember, I've faced adversity before, I've stared down those who thought they were invincible, and come out on top. I've bled, I've sacrificed, and I'll do whatever it takes to walk out of that ring victorious. In the end, whether you're a god or just a man, you'll find that in the ring, it's my will that prevails.”



Her voice carries a promise.



“When we step into that ring, it won't be about respect or admiration. It'll be a battle of wills, an unrelenting onslaught, and an unyielding drive. We will push you to your limits, and you'll do the same to us. The IWF Tag Team Titles will hang in the balance, but our legacy will be etched in stone.”


The camera pans out, capturing the full scope of the warehouse's decay, an apt representation of the imminent battle.



“Prepare yourselves, because when the dust settles, Stephen Terrella and I will rise as the new IWF Tag Team Champions. This abandoned place will bear witness to the birth of a new era in tag team wrestling.


The camera fades as Alexandra stands tall, ready to embrace the chaos of their impending challenge.