Tim Patrick & Blyss Lockhart [vs.] Sean Libby & Megan Andrews

Blyssy FTW!!!

Tuesday
Location: Somewhere on the road


Blyss is squatting down by the tow truck and drinking the last of the water from a plastic bottle when another car comes by and stops near her. She looks up as Tim Patrick gets out of the car. Grateful, she practically leaps from the ground and gives him a big hug.


The look on Tim’s face changes from bewildered to amused at the speed of her talking. Interrupted by a tap on the shoulder, Blyss turns around to the tow truck driver who informs her that he’s about to send her car for repairs at the auto shop. She nods a little sadly and thanks him.


They get into the car and for a short while neither speaks. Blyss stares out the window, lost in thought. Tim glances at her.



She continues to stare at the dark sky, twisting the bottle cap.


She turns to face him, arching an eyebrow.



She purses her lips, unsure of what to say. She doesn’t want to admit it but... it’s true.

Don’t be foolish. You were perfect and unbeatable last night. That was merely a fine display of mind games, making your opponent believe she can take you out so easily from the start. As if. Play the role of the weak and then strike!



She winces at the name, pinching the plastic bottle. She’s been trying to forget about that whole night entirely but the memory comes back to her in a flash.






She remembers vaguely reading the text message from Jessica Casey while driving.

You’re forgetting the wrong things... Focus.




She grumbles, turning toward the window again. A moment passes before she faces him again.




Tim glances at her, frowning. He notices she didn’t answer his question and it seems like she's trying to convince herself something instead. He considers to ask again.


He purposely lets the sentence hang like that as he waits for her to react. But all she does is stare up ahead at the road with a thoughtful expression on her face while twirling her hair around her finger. He sighs.


She continues to stay silent for a bit before speaking again, sounding a lot less dejected.



She smiles. As long as she gets to have a straight mind in the ring again, that’s all that matters. She’s glad she has another chance to face Megan because this time, she won’t let her wear her down so early in the match and mostly, she wants to make her pay for the extra cheap shots after their bout. How dare Megan embarrass her like that? She subconsciously touches the side of head where she can still feel the impact of the attack. She uncaps the bottle and raises it to her lips. When she realizes the bottle’s empty, she crushes it in her hands and twists the cap back on.

Good girl.

Who's gonna catch you now
Who's gonna catch you now
Running so far away so far away

Wednesday
Location: Stone Harbor Beach in New Jersey


Blyss wriggles her toes in the sand and then looks up at the water, hugging herself. She hears the distant sounds of people laughing and chattering. She smiles as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and rests her hand on her chest. Her heart feels at ease and she chuckles lightly, thinking when’s the last time she has felt this contented.

Waves come and crash near her feet. She slowly drops to her knees, letting the cool water touch her skin. Her hands hover over the wet sand.

You remember those times you’ve struggled to keep afloat, don’t you? How miserable you were back then as the goal keeps getting further and further away.

She dips her hands into another sweeping wave, tilting her head slightly. It suddenly feels colder than before.

Until the day you learned to run...

She squints her eyes as she looks far into the distance.

You took the right risk and it’s earned you the biggest win in your career so far but you need more, my dear. We need more. There’s no time to rest yet.

She runs her fingers through her hair, letting the water trickle down her arms and face. She begins to feel barely aware of her surrounding as she splashes more water at herself.

The marathon is still going on but you’re starting to lose your vision. You painted that picture not too long ago and you’ve even found the pieces to the puzzle. Are you throwing all of that away now? After all the pain and the struggle that got you here?

She stares out at the ocean.

You’re breathing life into something you don’t need. You have an important match at Isolation, all nicely set up for you. Remember that Wonder Woman girl you faced once? Diana... something. Or it could be that girl from twitter you met at a party once. Elizabeth whatserface. And then there’s Megan, the one who used your own title belt to knock you out in the middle of that ring. Fuel that fire in you and seek revenge. Take her out for good so you can get back to focus...

Just then, she hears a familiar sound. Frowning, she looks around. Her eyes blink several times as if waking up from sleep. She looks down at her jeans pocket and finally realizes it’s her cell phone. A preview of a new tweet message appears on the screen. Her heart skips a beat.

You’re opening that door again... Nothing good comes from the outside. Close it, Blyss!

She continues to stare at the screen, reading the words over and over again.

CLOSE IT!

A shaky finger hovers over the lock button on the iPhone, ready to press to ignore the message. But instead, she quickly swipes at the screen and replies.

Nothing good will come from this... Nothing.

Well, ignorance is bliss. Isn’t it?

My mind is black and blue
It keeps pictures of you
Now I know why

Thursday
Location: Restaurant


Blyss arrives at the restaurant, clutching her purse tightly. She smooths down her black and white dress and glances at the reflection in the decor mirror near the entrance. She checks to make sure her blonde hair is still tied up neatly before walking in further.

This is a complete waste of time.

The maître de asks for her name so he can check the table reserve list. She looks around the place and spots Gordon Fury sitting at a table with his hand to his face, mindlessly rearranging the utensils. Turning to the maître de, she gestures to that table. He nods and smiles then leads her there. She checks her watch. Whoops.


Gordon looks up and immediately stands, his face lighting up.


He’s about to help seat her but she’s already doing that herself. He quickly sits back down.


They look through the menu, each covering their faces. After a moment, Gordon lowers his menu.



You mean humiliating. Don’t need to sugarcoat for this idiot.










Liar. All this man has ever done is torment you.






She rests her open palms on the table as she leans closer with her shoulders hunched up and looking upset, waiting for his response. He looks down at her hands and says nothing else for a long moment before he speaks again.






Blyss puts her head down with her hands on top of each other in front of her. Tears start to well up in her eyes.



Through the veil of tears, she sees him starting to panic.


She nearly jumps out of her skin as he slams his fist down quite hard onto the table, drawing some disapproving stares from the surrounding tables. Wiping her tears, she glances around and looks back at him. She places her hand over his fist and then slowly retracts her hand again.


Her tone is calm but her posture is rigid. Her eyes plead to hear him say what they both know to be true.


Blyss sighs, a look of frustration appears on her face.


Gordon unclenches his fist and leans against the table, closing his eyes and just thinking, feeling.


He opens his eyes and stares into hers, putting his hands in front of him on the table.

He doesn’t know what he wants because he doesn’t want you. And you don’t want him. This is unnecessary for your career. Cut him out.


Tears threaten to spill once more as she buries her face in her hands. Breathing deeply to calm herself, she looks back up at him. Her voice trembles slightly.

He’s confusing you on purpose and you’re letting him make you feel defeated and lost. Cut. Him. Out.


He looks at her as he tries to stammer an answer but before he can, she gets out of the chair.


She walks as fast as she can towards the exit as he stands as well.


But she’s already out the door, hugging her clutch bag close to her self. She hastily walks to her car that’s parked not too far away from the restaurant. As soon as she gets in, she tosses her bag over her shoulder, turns on the engine and steps hard on the gas pedal.

You need nobody else, my dear Blyss. You’re all you can count on. And of course, there’s me...

In the evening
I’ll take you out for dinner and a fight
Can’t read your mind, can’t read your mind

Monday
Location: Philips Arena (hallway) in Atlanta, GA


The camera opens up to a pair of black wrestling boots pacing back and forth. It slowly tracks up before suddenly getting to face level with a distraught-looking Blyss as she smacks it up.


She looks up, breathing hard. Then she shakes her head and bites her lower lip, smiling a little. Turning back to the camera, she changes her tone.


She scoffs, flips her hair back over her shoulder.


She stares at the camera for a moment before a smile spreads slowly across her lips.


Blyss slings the championship title belt over her shoulder and winks at the camera, tapping its gold plate. Then she turns and walk away as the camera cuts to black.

Now you're a ghost at sea
Drifting peacefully
You'll never come back to me
I read your eulogy

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OOC: Inspiration from "Beach" by San Cisco