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I was nervous, wouldn't you be? I was waiting behind the curtain, waiting for my cue to go down through a crowd of thousands of people and join The Shield, who were already in the ring doing their segment. The Shield had already been on the main roster for about a month. Two weeks after their début, they started teasing about how it was a shame that the little unimportant divas division couldn't benefit from their justice. Random shots of different divas would be shown, sprawled out and knocked out on the floor. Off to the side you could see a pair of black boots running off.
Dean was finishing up and my cue was just about a minute away. "No member of The Shield has had anything to do with your precious divas being attacked and man handled. Well, at least not any members of The Shield that are standing in this ring right now."
That was my cue. The Shield music hit but the guys weren't leaving the ring. The spot light goes to me, standing at the top of the stairs, the crowd goes crazy and I get a huge pop. I had to keep reminding myself to stay in character and not break out in a moment was something I had waiting literally my entire life for.
Wrestling has been apart of me since I can remember. My grandfather introduced me to it. His favorite wrestler when he was younger was Bruno Sammartino. He always told me that Bruno was a true wrestler who represented the everyday guy and that really struck a chord with my grandpa.
So, when my friend introduced me to ECW one day when we were watching tv with her brother, I had some form of what wrestling was. Although, this was something completely different than Bruno Sammartino. This was violent, chaotic, and angry. It reflected the environment that I grew up in. When I think back on my early childhood, my dad was my hero. I felt his love and how much he cared about me, then I turned eight and realised that my father was starting to turn into something, or rather someone completely different.
I noticed that he drank, alot. My parents were starting to fight almost every night. My father was never physically abusive to my mom, but he was verbally abusive. He used to scream and throw anything that was around him. I remember him calling my mom every name in the book. I remember the times where I couldn't take it anymore and I went crying to him, begging for him to stop drinking. He always hugged me and told me that he would but he never did. It got to the point where I was scared to come home. School became a safe haven and wrestling became an escape from my shitty reality. On Fridays I would get panic attacks on my home from school because I knew my mom would be going out with her friends. I would be shaking and sweating, feeling so dizzy that I would actually throw up. I remember she would be getting ready int the bathroom and I would beg her not to go. She would just tell me, "Please, Alexis. I have to get out for a bit."
After she would get home my dad would yell and scream and tell her she a whore for going. I wonder if they even considered that I could hear them.
Anyways, through ECW I found WWE, then WWF, on my own and I was hooked. Guys like The Undertaker, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Degeneration X, The Hardy Boyz. They all did what I wish I could do, fight whoever was causing me problems, make them bleed and hurt the way they hurt me. When Trish and Lita got their big pushes, I wanted to do what they were doing. Going in there with guys and kicking ass, throwing caution to the wind and beating the hell out of some on the way to the top.
Like many other kids who watched wrestling, I got together with my friends and wrestled them. I mimicked what I saw and was soon diving of my roof and taking head shots at the good old age on nine. I found what I wanted to do and I wasn't going to stop until I was a professional female wrestler.
One day, I was looking for batteries for my remote control which my dad usually kept in his top drawer. Instead of finding batteries, I found a pack of syringes. I guess a few days later my mom found them and kicked my dad out, he had started doing heroine. After that, things calmed down alot in my household. My mother felt extremely guilty about the situation with my dad so when I was 15 and found out there was a wrestling school in Los Angeles and all I had to do was get a parent or guardian to sign a waiver since I was underage, I knew my mom would have no problem with that.
I would go to school, catch the metro to LA, walk a few blocks to the training compound and train for about 4 hours Monday through Thursday. On Friday and Saturday they had shows, where I would help to set up the ring, chairs, merch booths, and make sure all the wrestlers had their gear and whatever else they needed. The man who ran it was in his late thirties. His ring name, when he used to wrestle, was El is spanish for The Bear. He got alot of respect for the things he did while wrestling for years all over the world including Mexico, Japan, and all over Europe. He gained alot of attention for his 6'6' frame and bulging muscles. with his long brown he did kind of look like a bear. In the early 90s, he had gotten the attention of the then WWF, and was pretty close to signing with him. A week before he was going to finalize everything, he smashed his knee and tore all the cartilage in it when he landed with all of his body weight jumping off a steel cage and missing the spot by mere inches. He hasn't been able to wrestle since so he decided to open up a school to make up for it.
When my mother went down to the training compound she explained the situation with my dad and Oso took me under his wing, making sure every wrestler that came through their knew not to keep their distance and be respectful. Once summer came along, Oso convinced my mother to let me go over and wrestle in some of the east coast and mid-west promotions. That's when I really started thinking that I could make alittle name for myself by wrestling only men. With Oso in my corner, most of the promoters obliged and let me go out there. At first it as just to fill up whatever time needed to be filled, but by the end of the summer, I was able to put together some real matches and getting some pretty big pops from the crowds.
Once school started again, I continued my usual routine, this time Oso helped me keep my buzz going and let me main event alot of his shows. He also let me do more high risk manuevers and death match kind of stipulations. Once the summer I turned 17 came along, Oso helped me to get involved with CZW, a promotion that was famous for its hardcore and blood filled matches. I loved it and it kind of turned into a big deal. There wasn't many girls out there willing to tear and scar up their bodies but i didn't care. The more light tubes that got busted over my head, the more thumbtacks I got slammed on top of and the more panes of glass my body went through, the more the crowd cheered for me.
I went back home with some scars and amazing experiences. My routine of going down to Oso's raining compound continued. I spent my time focusing and developing my character. I had wrestled under the name Lexi and decided that I was going to keep it. My persona was that I was reinventing what it meant to hit like a girl. I can take any beating anyone had to give, and if they got one over on me, you better believe it wasn't without them losing a fair amount of blood.
After high school I moved to Philadelphia where I shared a small apartment with a stripper named Sara. She was really nice and the both of us got along. We both worked out together and bonded over our rough experiences with our fathers. For two years I wrestled mainly for CZW along with a number of other promotions that took me to New York, New Jersey, Chicago, Ohio, Wisconsin, and Idaho. I even got to go on CZW's trip to Germany and Japan, which is where I had a feud with then Jon angel was that he had become obsessed with me and would not take no for an answer. It got pretty bloody but never evolved into something into something in the states because he got called up to WWE.
When I came back to Philadelphia, I finally agreed to let Sara set me up with a friend of her boyfriend named David. Things between were going amazingly well. He was my first boyfriend, first love, first lover, first everything. A year into our relationship, he started taking a turn for the worst. The verbal abuse started first, followed by the physical. It was very easy to hide considering that a few times a week I wrestled guys that were twice my size or larger. When I found out that the WWE was interested in signing me to a developmental deal, I knew David would have killed me rather than let me leave all the way to Flordia. SO, I just packed all my things while he was at work, gave sara the heads up, along with my new number and told her to be careful.
I was down in NXT for just three months before I was told by the creative team of the WWE that I was going to join The Shield. I met the guys and they were all very cool and respectful towards me. I knew Jon, now Dean Ambrose, from CZW so we hit it off pretty good. Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns were genuinely good guys. Seth had long time girlfriend of eight years and Reigns had a fiance and a daughter. The only one I got some good-natured sexual tension was from Jon. He was extremely attractive and definitely had that bad boy vibe to him.
All of that led up to this exact moment. As I walked down those steps and felt those hands grabbing at me, I was where I belonged. As I jumped over the barricade and my way into the ring, Ambrose handed the mic.
"The Shield has infiltrated every single department of this company. No WWE superstar or diva is safe. The four of us will make sure each and every single one of you pathetic idiots feel the wrath of our justice. Believe in The Shield."