Best Two Out of Three

Part 3

Saturday, May 23, 2020
Daily's Place – Jacksonville, Florida

Alex closed her eyes against the blinding arena lights. Her ears were ringing. She'd managed to block most of the blow with her forearms, but the force alone had knocked her to the ground. Had that been Callie? She wasn't sure. She'd only seen a flash of light brown hair and then steel coming fast at her face.

The ringing in her ears gave way to angry voices. "What the fuck, Kenny?"

Kenny? It must have been Callie, then. Nick Jackson was the only other person in The Elite with light brown hair, and Alex doubted he'd been the one to run out and whack her with a fucking chair.

"I'm just as confused as you!" Kenny returned. Alex blinked open her eyes. He was crouched down next to her, his brow furrowed. "Alex, are you alright?"

Chuck intervened before she could answer. "Get the fuck outta here, Kenny."

Kenny glared back at him. "I'm trying to help!"

"You can help by leaving before I kick your fucking ass!" Trent returned.

They stared hard at each other; and then Kenny let out a sigh of resignation as he stood back up. "I had nothing to do with this!" he insisted, and he turned and hurried back up the ramp.

Chuck helped Alex to sit up. "Are you alright?"

She cradled her wrist in her hand as she nodded. "I think so. Why the fuck did she hit me?"

Trent shook his head as he put his hands on his hips, angry. "I don't know. I didn't even see her until after she'd done it. Adam came charging out here and hauled her off to the back before she could even say anything."

Adam. That's what this was about; Alex knew it. She felt her blood start to boil. "That fucking bitch." She grabbed the ring apron, pulled herself to her feet, and shouldered her way past Trent. Chuck's eyes widened as she marched up the ramp.

"Alex, what are you doing?!"

"To finish what she fucking started!" she returned, and she disappeared down the entrance tunnel.

She pushed her way past the Gorilla curtain and marched purposefully down the halls toward The Elite's locker room. She was mere steps from the door when Kenny came rushing out. His eyes widened when he saw her.

"Alex, what are you doing?"

"Get out of the way, Kenny."

"You need to go to the doctor."

She didn't listen. She pushed past him and through the door—and when her eyes landed on Callie, it was like a bull seeing red.

She jumped on her before anyone realized what was happening. They fell hard to the floor and Alex reared back a fist—but Kenny and Adam both intervened before she could swing. Kenny wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up and away, kicking and clawing to get at Callie.

"YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!" Callie screamed as Adam helped her up.

Alex was incensed. "I'M THE PSYCHO? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO HIT ME WITH A CHAIR FOR NO FUCKING REASON, BITCH!" She struggled against Kenny's grip, but he pivoted so that she wasn't facing her any longer. "LET ME GO!"

"No," he firmly returned. "You're better than this, Alex."

Trent and Chuck burst into the locker room. Chuck's eyes narrowed on Adam. "Did you put her up to this?"

"What?" Adam incredulously shot. "No! Absolutely not!"

"Oh, really?" Trent returned. "We just won a shot at your tag titles and you expect us to believe that you didn't have anything to do with your fucking girlfriend running out there to hit Alex with a chair?"