Blyss Lochart [vs.] "Sexy" Lexie Laren

Subject: Blyss Lochart [vs.] "Sexy" Lexie Laren Wed Jan 09, 2013 5:48 pm

the First Lady of The Empire clashes with the debuting "Sexy" Lexie Laren!

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Scene 1: Lexie, Pre Wrestling

Let's take you back. The year was 2011, and Lexie and her high school sweetheart, Christian, had just finished high school and Lexie had landed a job, given one she didn't necessarily like. She was a waitress at a local Dave and Busters. You could tell which one Lexie was because she had the worst attitude and she was the only one of the girls there that had glasses on. As she is bringing food out to a table, let's listen in.

Lexie: Here you go. Enjoy.

The customer then looks at the food and notes that it is still cold. As she pushes it back toward Lexie, she speaks, very rudely towards her.

Customer: Miss, this is still cold. I am not eating this until it is prepared right. I'm a chef by profession so I should know...

At hat time, Lexie takes it back and lets it cook another ten minutes. But while she is doing this, she decides to clip her fingernails and one actually falls into the salad part of it. For revenge, Lexie decides to mix the salad around so the customer doesn't see the nail. She also makes sure no one is looking and spits in the customer's hamburger!

Lexie: Here you go. And look. I don't give two shits what your profession. See, I AM the chef around here and things will be prepared by MY standards, not yours. Now either eat that or get out of here.

At that time, the customer gets up and stares Lexie down, eye to eye. She then takes first shot, nearly knocking off Lexie's glasses. But at that time, Lexie would do something that would nearly cost her her job. At that time, she balls up her fist and punches the customer right in the face! Moments later, the customer goes back to her food, and takes a bite. She then notices that there was mucus in it! She then attempts to complain, but Lexie again punches her right in the face! Moments later, the owner comes in and speaks.

Owner: What's the problem here?

Lexie then looks back at the owner, wanting to charge the customer again. AS she speaks, she gets really upset at the woman in front of her. But she also wondered what would happen next. But she then flips her red hair back, she then speaks up.

Lexie: This person had the gual to tell me, the chef, how to prepare her food when I've been here nine months and I know how to cook. She then tried to hit me, so I hit her instead, but she deserved it.

The owner then looks over at her and at the customer, waiting the customer's response. As the customer looks for the words to explain it, she gets furious and begins cussing Lexie out, as she speaks, which did not sit too well with Lexie.

Customer: What this fucking bimbo is leaving out is not only did she clip her nails in my food, she also spit in it! I punched her after I noticed that the fucking bimbo lugi'ed in my fucking food! This girl needs to be fucking reported and I'm doing it for assault! That's the end of this....

And what Lexie would do next, she wouldn't regret. As she walks off, or tries to, she charges the customer, and hits a European uppercut, shattering the jaw of the customer, sending security in! As they handcuff Lexie and take her to jail, the owner looks her in the face and speaks.

Owner: Alexis-Maria “Lexie” Laren, this is your contract with us.

He then rips it to shreads, signalling to her that she was now fired. As she is walked out, he follows her, and speaks.

Owner: What I am saying is, YOU'RE FIRED! And your also banned from ever coming back for assaulting a customer! Now get out and enjoy your time in prison!

As Lexie is dragged to the station, she is then directed towards her cell, where she would be staying for an unknown amount of time. As she is locked in her cell, she smirks, not even letting her surroundings bother her. She just clings on to the bars, as the scene ends, for now.

Scene 2: Shoot

And now, let's take you back to the cell, however this time, it is a year later, and Lexie is not only out of prison, but now engaged and part of the Insurgency roster. Things had really turned around for her since being fired from her job and jailed. Lexie had on a red “Canada” shirt and a small skirt with a black studded thong hanging out as well as heeled boots that came up to her knees and were black.

Lexie Laren:Well well well. After the tenure in my last company got me nowhere, it looks like I have reunited with my fiancee, and debuting this week against some bimbo. What's her name? Piss Lockhart? Yeah, that's close enough. Let's go with that.

She then smirks as she walks towards where she was held for six months, prior to the release. As she speaks, she smirks a bit, knowing that this cell had some meaning towards her. At that time, she walks very patiently, towards her old cell.

Lexie Laren: To me, it really doesn't matter what your name is. Because your name could be Dwayne Johnson for all I care and I'd still kick your ass. Simply put, Piss, you're nothing to me. Nothing at all.

She then laughs at her last remark, as she leans against the bars of her old cell, ready to tell the story behind the cell and why it had meaning to her. As she smirks, she then clings on to the bars, much like she did six months ago, after being locked away for that time frame.

Lexie: Now you may wonder why I chose to promo here. It's simple, really. For six months, I was held here. And for six months, I was nothing but trouble. I picked fights with everyone I met, leading officers to retire this cell and tell me that if I were ever arrested again, I'd be the only one allowed to reside here. But Piss, you made the one mistake you should never make. And that is that you have crossed me the wrong way. See, once you step into my ring, my queendom, you have crossed me the wrong way. Because simply put, you are nothing but low life scum. And I am better than everyone in this company. Better than you, better than Steel Angel, and better than anyone, however the only two on my level are my fiancee, Christian, and our friend, Eric Steel. And honey, you aren't the queen of anything. You're a fraud. The real Queen of IWF stands right before you and once the bell rings, she will prove why she is the true queen of this company. So take your fake title and shove it up your ass. Because the true queen, the “Queen of Sexy” and the Queen of IWF stands before you.

As the scene fades, Lexie is seen walking away from the cell, smirking arrogantly as she did. As her walk picks up, so does her arrogance. And the faster she walked, the more arrogant she would be come.

Subject: Secret Craving Sun Jan 13, 2013 1:42 pm

”Secret Craving”

Blyss Lochart [vs.] "Sexy" Lexie Laren Profile1

Scene 1
Location: Apartment in Chicago, IL

Blyss Lockhart sat in the empty space between the kitchen and the living area. This was where she always did her Pilates at home. She had already begun her daily routine by doing “the saw” where she twisted from her waist, touching her right toes with her left hand and vice versa with both arms outstretched on either side. She felt herself relax and next, she lay back down on the carpeted floor, again with her arms out to the side. Then she lifted her left leg and drew about 30 small circles with it.

While doing this, she thought about her past match on Battle Grounds with Diana Logan. It was a great fight and afterwards when she went backstage, she was met with compliments from various people including Chuck Matthews. She had basked in those moments walking to the locker room and then to the parking lot. She was glad that she was getting more notice around here.

Poor Wonder Woman...

She chuckled as she recalled the shooting star press maneuver also known as the Blyzzard knocking out the Amazon ogre for at least three seconds flat. The mixed reaction she received from the crowd didn’t faze her at all. They could boo her all they wanted because she wasn’t there wrestling for them but herself.

And no one else.

She swapped legs with the right one that was initially grounded on the floor. Raising it up, she repeated the set. Her mind picked up where she left off. Battle Grounds. Before the match, she had gone to see Corey Casey but instead, she was met with Ruby Winters who just exited his office. She had looked slightly... disarray. She remembered the unbuttoned blouse on that sleazy redhead and the alarm bells ringing in her head. After the show, she never got to see Corey and till now, she hadn’t heard a word from him. The knot in her stomach began to form again. She hated to admit it but she was worried about what Ruby had said. She was damn worried.

As she repositioned herself by turning over and facing the floor to do the “swan movement”, she tried to clear her mind again. She needed to relax. And the whole thing with Ruby and Corey, that could wait.

Scene 2
Location: IWF Building

Dear Diary,
Ruby Winters. That name just irks me. This whole time I’ve been in IWF, I never crossed paths with her, never even batted an eyelid at her, nor have I seen her ugly mug. You see diary, I’m tired, no, exhausted, mind-numbingly weary to encounter such a... a... Urgh! I can’t even call her a woman because she looks like a fucking whore!

Blyss threw the book across the empty locker room. It hit the wall with a loud smack and fell to the floor. She closed her eyes momentarily and calmed herself down.

Not bueno, Byss, get it together.

She exhaled slowly and deliberately, counting to ten and opened her eyes, surveying the room. She had a lot on her mind, all of which were unanswered questions. First, she needed to find Corey. She grabbed her gym bag and raced to the office belonging to the leader of The Empire. She caught a reflection of herself on one of the glass doors that she passed by and quickly brushed her hair with her fingers as neatly as possible. Then she adjusted the bag strap on her shoulder and knocked on the door, clearing her throat a little.

Why are you so nervous?

Just then, the door opened and Corey stood in the way with his signature frown on his face but upon recognition, it broke into a smile.

Corey Casey
Blyss. What a pleasant surprise to see you here on an off day. (notices the gym bag) ...Or training day.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde
Corey, I have some questions. May I come in?

He raised an eyebrow, not budging from the doorway.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde
(says quickly) Only if you’re not busy.

Corey Casey
(shifts his weight) Actually, yes I am. Very busy. Can this wait? Great.

As if on cue, his cell phone rang and he answered it straightaway. He gestured to her to excuse him as he went back inside and closed the door on her. She couldn’t catch what he said to the caller and sighed. She bit her lower lip and spun on her heel, walking away towards the parking lot.

Scene 3
Location: Restaurant

Blyss was tucked in the corner of the eatery alone, having her lunch of quinoa and smoked tofu salad. She was back on the vegan diet after cheating on a late night cupcake baking and snacking. This rarely happened but after the win on Battle Grounds, she thought she deserved a celebratory red velvet goodness.

As she enjoyed her food, someone walked up to her. She looked up to find a teenage girl in a blue t-shirt with splashes of red and yellow from what she caught in a glance. Before she could say anything, the teenager spoke first with a wide grin.

Teenager
You’re Blyss Lockhart, right?

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde
Um... Yes-- yes I am.

Teenager
My brother is like totally in love with you. He thinks you’re great. Especially in your last match with Diana Logan.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde
(smiles) Oh, tell him thanks.

Strangely, the teenager shook her head.

Teenager
Me, on the other hand... I think Diana is great. She could have beat you.

Blyss looked down on her blue shirt that proudly displayed the face of the superheroine that Diana portrayed. The smile on her face disappeared. She didn’t know how to respond as the teenager seemed to tower above her with a scowl.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde
Well, I’m sorry that I won?

The sheepish look on her face didn’t get a reply from the teenager as she walked away. Blyss looked on confused.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde
Now that was... something.

Despite that being a weird encounter with a fan (or not), she somehow felt better about herself. She resumed finishing the last of her salad and called for the bill afterwards.

Scene 4
Location: On the road (in the car)

Blyss managed to set up her iPhone so that it could capture her face while recording a video of her talking about some things that she needed to get off her chest. She planned to upload this online.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde
I’m driving to the next Battle Grounds show right now and I’m almost reaching Pittsburgh. It is not easy being on the road for most of your days. That anxiety you feel of getting right back in your car after a grueling match and trying to make it to the next taping can really get to you. But thankfully, not me. Well, not yet anyways. Ironically, I hate flying. On the airplane. Not jumping off the top rope and all that. Heh, anyways, I digress. I wanted to put out this video sooner but as I said earlier, driving to the next show takes up a hell lot of your time. So I’m doing it now.

She gripped the wheel tightly with one hand before relaxing her grip.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde
I just have a couple of issues to address. One, Ruby Winters. As much as I’d like to focus on that stupid cheerleader, I’ll have to put aside my future rematch with her till another day. Now... Oh ho, Ruby Winters. (sings) Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby. Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya know what ya doing, doing to me? That’s a song by the way. I don’t know why I’m singing your disgusting name but anyways you... I’ll admit, that little encounter we had outside Corey’s office... I don’t know what you think you’re doing but I hope it has nothing to do with me or my Queen of Wrestling championship goal. Do not, I repeat, do fucking not jeopardize that!

She slapped the wheel. She sighed in exasperation before continuing.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde
And two, Lexie Laren. That’s my opponent for my upcoming scheduled match. Apparently, because of my loss on New Year Evil, they’ve decided to punish me with matches against newbies. But hey, I’m not complaining. (smirks) It’s totally fine. Since I’ve declared “The Bitch Hunt” open last week, I did say that I was going to eliminate all the divas in the company till it’s just me and Tiffani Michaels -- if she’s still champ by the time I get to her -- so what better way is there than to wipe out the newbies before they could even begin to make their mark in this company? And now I also heard that Little Miss Cheerios has the week off and so, isn’t competing in Pittsburg. Huh. The week off? Those words sound so foreign to me. That’s fucking right, I don’t have off weeks or off days. I work twice a week and for the other 5 days, I’m training hard in the gym and traveling. Do you realize what it takes to be champion? No, you don’t. It takes non stop hard work to reach the top and stay there. Apparently, Pom Pom Girl doesn’t know that or else she wouldn’t be chillaxing at home instead of facing me in the ring. No, she’d rather take (mockingly) “the week off”. So you see, Lexie, take it from someone who knows a thing or two about this business. You either enter IWF to stay or go home now and never show your stupid face again. (shifts in seat) You call yourself “sexy”? Bitch, please. Girls like you make me sick. Sick to my very core. Do you understand?

She knocked her knuckles against the car window.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde
You claim to have five years under your belt, (mockingly) diamond studded and all, but I’m sorry to say that I do not see a wrestler when I look at your ugly mug. And after beating down Diana last week, I didn’t think I’d face another geek. Yeah, put those glasses back on, Four Eyes. Oh they’re for what? Protection? Honey, the only protection you need is the latex kind on the (whistles) of your equally hideous boyfriend.

She laughed.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde
Oh The Bitch Hunt will continue, Lexie and the first thing I’ll do is to smash those glasses with my boot. Girls like you on the roster is a fucking joke. Why they even signed you in the first place is a real mystery to me. Don’t think for one second that I’m gonna let you prance around in your short tights -- with “sexy” printed on it, no less -- because one thing I simply cannot and will not tolerate is someone as classless as you. (whispers slowly) Slutty bitch.

As she reached over to her iPhone to stop recording, she flashes an evil smile. Then she stepped on the gas pedal and gripped the wheel even tighter.

Pittsburgh beckons you, Blyss...

Guest

Rebuttal

This was her wedding and Lexie should be happy! But hearing the very demeaning words said by Miss Lockhart, just hacked her off, to a state where she had never been! As she is seen, dressed in her ring gear, her face lights up, as she responds. She was more pissed than a swarm of hornets, and it showed, as she spoke. Her voice went up about ten octaves because of how mad she was.

Lexie: You really had to do this on my wedding day, didn't you. You just had to trash my big day by attempting to insult me and my husband? Well guess what? You obviously have no idea who you're dealing with. See, as much as you think your kindergartener esque insults hurt my feelings, all you did was piss me off. Which is never a good idea, if you want to keep your damn head. But as ugly as you are, maybe me taking your head would be doing a service to the people.

As she gets even more upset, her face turns an even more crimson red. Some would say it was Canadian flag red, But as she walks down the halls of her hotel, she smirks, while still keeping her pissed off attitude on the outside, letting her opponent know that she meant business.

Lexie: Blyss. You really don't know anything about me, do you? The first thing I'm not is a nerd. You call someone a nerd for wearing glasses? Well let me let you in on the definiton. A nerd is someone who has an obsession with things like role playing games or video games. A nerd is someone who carries a pocket protector and knows more about math and science than anyone should. And you shouldn't be the one to talk about ugly. Because obviously you haven't looked in a mirror lately. Because everything about you is ugly. Your face is ugly, your ring skills, which if they exist at all, are ugly, and so are you, in general. You say you don't see a wrestler in me? Tell that to my trainer, the legendary Brandy-Danielle Garrett. She, like me, was someone that was told she'd never make it. And yet, she won titles everywhere she went. Which is my goal, starting here in IWF, and starting with taking your Queen of IWF title.

[i]Lexie gets even more upset, as she considers how to follow that up. No one called her ugly and got away with it, especially someone as ugly as Blyss. But as she spoke, she takes a deep breath, trying to calm down, but to no avail. She was one of those typed that it was very hard to calm down. It usually took her kicking someone's ass to calm her down and it was going to be the ass of Blyss she would be kicking, come Battleground.

Lexie: You seem obsessed with my glasses. Glasses which I don't even wear in ring. And you obviously don't know why I need them. So let me let you in. I was in a match five years ago, and towards the end, I took a series of eye pokes and poison mists to the face. The mist got in my eyes and blinded me until I was told to wear glasses in order for my sight to come back. But not that it concerns you, because even without them, I see all too well. I see that you're just another conceited wanna be who thinks that just because she has a title, it really makes her royalty. Well, you're looking at the only royalty in the IWF, and that is me. The queen of sexy, Lexie Laren.

She then walks down the stairs of the hotel and laughs, arrogantly, at what she had heard. Was this chick stupid or crazy? She obviously had no idea who she was talking trash to. And Lexie would now let her have it for the very trash she talked. See, no one set Lexie off and got away with it. It was time for her to make sure she realized that she made a mistake. It was going to be like the restaurant she was fired and banned from, all over again.

Lexie: And you want to talk about ugly? Go look in a damn mirror. You call me ugly, but you must be blind. Here, why don't you put on my glasses. Maybe then you'll see that I'm the definition of sexy. Look up sexy in any dictionary and you will see one thing. And that is a picture of the sexiest woman alive, Lexie Laren. As for my husband, at least I have one. Then again, who'd want to be with such a fake, ass ugly blonde like you? Hon, you might as well go lesbian. Because no guy would want you. But now, let me talk a bit about your “bitch hunt”

As she descends the staircase even further, she continues to smirk, as she slowly descends the staircase, getting cockier as she did. As she finally speaks, her smile returns to her face, as she thinks even more of the match at hand.

Lexie: Your bitch hunt will end this match and a new one will begin. Because there is a new queen bitch in town and that's me. And the last thing I am is a diva. So you can talk about eliminating the Divas. But you fail to realize that I am not a diva. I am a wrestling goddess. And you will find that out, come Battlegrounds.

As the scene ends, Lexie finally descends the staircase, as she smiles, with her husband right behind her. They really were such a lovely couple and it showed everywhere they went. As the match draws closer, what will Blyss' fate be?

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