Blyss Lockhart [vs] Parker

I honestly think this is gonna be sneaky the match of the night right hur! This is the match that could steal and upstage the goddamned show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday
Location: In the plane to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

With shaking hands, Blyss splashes cold water on her face and tries to grip the sink to support herself as she gazes into the mirror back at her bloodshot eyes. There are dark circles under her eyes as well and her lips look paler. She brushes through her hair in one rather weak motion and leans closer to the reflection.

Remember those words you used to tell yourself over and over again? What were they? Oh yes.. “Everything will be alright.” Did you really believe that? How much comfort did that give you? When you lay there on your bed in the dark and your mind refusing to rest, always thinking and worrying. What gave you the strength to pretend all will be well in the morning? You knew those words were nothing but a lie you were told. Do you recognize not the words but the tone? Words are a variable, always changing. People trick you, my dear, with their forked tongue. But I’m sure you’re smart enough to listen to what they are really saying. Is it coming back to you now? That sound of judgment, condescension and worst of all, pity.

Knock knock. A concerned yet slightly irritated voice is heard outside the lavatory asking if she is okay.

Your whole life until this very moment has taught you that nobody thinks much of what you can do. You have set goals for yourself, dreams and ambitions to be better than you are today. But no one has that trust in you. They think you will fail. That confidence you have in you, that is all me. I’m giving you what you cannot give for yourself because you let these people be your strength. They’re cutting you off from the stem like killing a flower that’s about to bloom. You will lay there in my support until you wither and die...

Knock knock. Again, the same voice is heard.

Unless you accept me fully, my dear, and only then can you be what you’ve envisioned yourself to be. Your family doesn’t care and neither do your friends. How many of those people have left you already? Mom... Taylor and the rest of your so-called best friends in high school... Michael... And soon everybody else you’ve newly considered friends.

A second voice is heard, slightly more panicked.

Only I stay. Nobody else but me.

The lavatory door opens and she steps out, greeted by a long line of pissed off passengers. She walks past them back to her seat, not caring at all. When she sits down, she looks out the window and wonders what it must feel like to actually fly.


Thursday
Location: Baronetti nightclub

The place is crowded with people still dancing and having a good time at almost three in the morning. Blyss is sitting at the bar and waiting for her friends Jacob Figgins and Tim Patrick to arrive. Jacob comes first and though he isn’t the only one there sporting a pink hat (she’s noticed three others), she spots him right away as he enters the club. She hugs him in greeting.






As Jacob turns to the bartender, Tim walks over with a beer in hand and the newly won High Impact title belt in the other with a huge smile on his face. She reaches for a hug.





They clink glasses and drink up.






She whips out her cell and opens up Twitter, scrolling through the mentions tab. But instead she spots a new tweet in the list sent by Gordon.


She gasps in disbelief and frowns. Tim checks his own phone.


She shows it to Jacob who goes “ooh” in response. They hear Tim chuckling to himself as he replies to the tweet. She makes a tsk sound and scrolls through her phone contacts list.


She holds up a finger, telling him to give her a moment. He turns to Tim and repeats the question but is only met with a shrug. She hears a click on the line and immediately starts yelling. It’s loud in the club anyways.


She ends the call and slams it down on the bar countertop.







Her phone starts to buzz on the counter and the lighted up screen shows Gordon’s name.




She shakes her head slightly in amusement and accepts the call. She raises the phone to her lips.


With that, she turns off her phone and slips it back into her purse.



The guys agree. Jacob pays for their drinks before they make their exit out of the club that’s now starting to wind down after yet another long night of partying.


Friday
Location: Ipanema Beach

It’s a little after one in the morning yet Blyss and Jaci are running on the beach. Neither girls can sleep; Blyss has a lot going on in her mind and Jaci... Well, Blyss isn’t too sure why there but she’s grateful nonetheless for her company. She’s had a rough night and right now she needs to get some fresh air away from the hotel room and to be with a friend. As they jog along on the sand side by side while listening to their own iPods, Blyss glances at Jaci who’s mouthing along to the lyrics of whatever she’s listening to.

She offers you nothing in this friendship. Why bother?

Blyss frowns, biting her lower lip as she keeps her pace. It isn’t true that Jaci’s like the other female friends that walk in and out of her life in a flash. Even though they don’t always see eye to eye on things like her recent breakup with Michael, Blyss finds herself confiding in her more and more everyday. She looks up to her too but there are times when she wishes Jaci would open up about certain things in her life that she mentions and then drops a few seconds later.

Some friend...

Blyss takes off her earpiece and shoves it into her pocket. Jaci notices this and takes off her own, arching an eyebrow.



Blyss returns Jaci’s kind smile and sighs.







They find a nice dim-lit spot on the beach and sit facing the waves. Blyss props up her knees and wraps her arms around them.



Jaci merely nods as she listens patiently. Blyss picks up a tiny seashell and throws it at the water. She wonders when Jaci would say something.


Blyss tosses another seashell, biting her lower lip.






Blyss turns to face Jaci.













Jaci chuckles. Blyss waits for her to continue but Jaci doesn’t. Instead, Jaci stands and wipes the sand off her. Jaci holds out her hand and Blyss takes it. Jaci helps her up.


This is not surprising. Real friends don’t hide things.


Blyss takes off even before she finishes saying it. Squealing excitedly, Jaci chases after her. Inside, Blyss knows Jaci wants to tell her whatever it is she’s keeping to herself. Jaci catches up to her and shoves her gently for leaving her behind like that. Then she runs past her, laughing. Blyss smiles genuinely this time and speeds up. Jaci can tell her when she’s ready.


Monday - Shoot #2
Location: Estádio do Maracanã

Sitting somewhere near the top row of seats in the stadium, Blyss props up her feet on the chair in front. She’s wearing her normal black and red wrestling gear. She brushes off lint from her right pant leg before looking up at the camera.


She puts her feet down and leans closer toward the camera.


She runs a hand through her hair in frustrated fashion.


Blyss leaps up from the seat and walks away in a huff.