Fellow Greetings

Sitting on one of those stage boxes, Blyss watches in amusement at David being escorted by security. She's heard his promo and prior to this day, she's never even heard of him yet the things he just said caught her attention. She arched an eyebrow at his greeting when he noticed her.

"Garbage? Who the hell are you?"

She tilts her head to one side and smiles.

"For someone who claims to have accomplished so much somewhere else sure talks a lot here. You don't know shit about this place, why are you so angry?"

She chuckles, not at all fazed by his words.

"Well, I'm really truly sorry for whatever happened to UECW. From what I've heard from some of my friends who came from there, it sounds like a great place. It sucks to have your home taken away from you like that. And now you're seeking revenge by vowing to do the same thing."

She leans forward and looks at him with a serious expression on her face.

"But David, my friends have all moved on and it looks like you're still living in the past. How about you start getting back to reality like the rest of us?"

She smiles.

"For the record, I'm not an escort. Let me introduce myself, my name is Blyss Lockhart. I'm the current Phoenix champion which makes me the last reigning Queen of IWF. It may not be the world title but... hey I'm getting there. See? You don't know everyone like you claim to. So... What else pisses you off?"

She waits, suppressing laughter. As much as this is amusing her, she does want to know more about this newcomer. And since she doesn't have a match that night...

: Caid laughs a her remarks about living in the past and her being a champion:

Champion? You are a champion, Blyss you said your name was? Doesn't matter, but back to champion, if your a champion I'd like to know when champions looked like skanks. Cause from what I'm looking at I see a skank and not a champion, but hey I guess it's true that one person's TRASH, is anothers golden ticket.

:Caid laughs as he pushes the security away and leans over towards Blyss:

And the funny thing is, I can say whatever I want to you and you can't touch me, cause I am practically a fan. So by touching me, you are out of a job and even better I get to sue IWF and Matthews Enterprises for everything and that would kill this company really quick and there would go your job. So go ahead :Caid taps his cheek and leans in closer to Blyss: As Pat Benatar once said, Hit Me With Your Best Shot

:Caid closes his eyes and waits for Blyss to hit him as he smiles very happily:

She rolls her eyes and sighs.

"You're a strange man, David Caid. Even if you're a contracted employee, I wouldn't waste my energy knocking that smile off your face. And calling me a skank just shows what kind of a man you are. Just like Philip Joseph, you think so lowly of us women for stupid reasons. Is it the blonde hair, huh, David? Or is it the pants that I'm wearing? Which part of me screams sleazy? How about you face me in a match and tell me? You wanna make the people you hate here take more notice, right? Take down the Phoenix champion then."

She receives a text message and reads it. She's just been booked for a tag match. Then she looks back up at David.

"Hmm... Looks like that can't happen next week. But what about the following week then? Ya up for it, Daaavid?"

She laughs a little.

Tim Patrick is wandering the halls and he comes across a man he's never seen before giving Blyss a hard time.

Tim Patrick: Is this guy bothering you?

She glances to see her friend Tim and speaks while looking at David.

"Nope not at all, Tim. Don't worry. I can handle Mr I-hate-everybody here."

She turns to Tim.

"By the way, that attack on Gordon is not so cool, buddy. Was that really necessary?"

Tim Patrick: I know you can handle yourself. You are an absolute tank in the ring. Just wondering who that d-bag is.

Tim takes a deep breath and looks up at Blyss

Tim Patrick: It's really not my style, but something came over me. I've sent Gordon a few messages on twitter since I won number one contender of his High Impact Championship. He hasn't gotten back to me once and has ignored me backstage. I've been here for two years and have worked my ass off to get to this point and this guy just ignores me? I've never had an issues with Gordon but that sort of disrespect...well, I don't stand for that. Next week in Belfast, this is a whole new ball game for all of us. I'm not even legally allowed in Northern Ireland. I'll have to be smuggled in and smuggled out. My life will be at risk the moment I step into that ring because half the crowd will be trying to kill me. If I have to be ultra-violent in my match to protect myself from Gordon and the audience, so be it. I want you to know that the minute the IWF crew crosses the border and leaves Northern Ireland, I'll be the first one to attempt to shake Gordon's hand.

Placing a hand on his arm, she looks him straight in the eyes.

"Gordon's an asshole. I know."

She laughs.

"But yeah I do understand. You deserve this title shot and I'm happy for you. It's gonna be an amazing battle. I'll be watching and cheering you both on because you both are two of my favorite people here... So may the better man that night win."

She gives him a hug.

Tim hugs back tightly and looks her in the eyes while hugging her.

Tim Patrick: I hear you're going up against Cage and Aries next week with Figgy. Figgy is a great guy, you'll make a great team. Hell, you can beat them both on your own, I'm sure of it. Who knows, I might have to organize another Spice Boys performance when you win.
Tim winks at Blyss

She laughs.

"Oh dude there'll definitely be a call for the Spice Boys. But wait... You sure you'll be in the mood to sing?"

Well the things you hear backstage huh? I have been waiting around the corner just listening to the conversation, but I suppose its time to interject. This fucker is gonna jump me from behind, well time to return the favour.

Oh no. I'm not being held responsible for this.

I turn around the corner and storm at Tim. Blyss sees me coming before Tim does, and blocks my way.

Gordon Fury: Blyss, get out of my way, this piece of shit is going down! You want to attack me from behind Tim because I hurt your feelings? Then fucking BRING IT!

Gordon gets to Blyss and she stands defiant, staring him right in the face.

Gordon Fury: Blyss, I am only going to ask one more time. Move. Now.

She refuses to budge. A look of heavy concern appears on her face.

"Gordon, no! I can't let you do this now. Please, just walk away."