Blyss Lockhart [vs.] Ruby Winters

The two most combustible elements in IWF's budding Diva's division finally meet to determine who will challenge Tiffani Michaels for the IWF Queen of Wrestling Championship at Rising Monarchy!

“Red Lips and Ruby Chicks”

The morning Blyss Lockhart received the news that she would face the one person who has been bugging her for the past couple of weeks or so, she was working out in the neighborhood gym. The place wasn’t too bad but it wasn’t great either. Despite that, she stuck to her daily routine and felt more vigorous than ever. Her dream of becoming the greatest female wrestler in the business constantly echoed in her mind and with all the challenges she was currently facing, she became more motivated to achieve it as well as proving that she could do it. The new year had inspired her to think more positively and to persevere against all odds.

As she applied a fresh coat of red lipstick, she gazed at the reflection in the mirror. Her face seemed thinner and her skin had a healthier glow these days. She smiled, knowing that going back on a vegan diet was a great idea. Except that one time last week when she baked cupcakes late at night, she hadn’t indulged in any of her favorite no-so-healthy food. It was this type of discipline that Blyss five years ago couldn’t have maintained. She brushed through her blonde hair with her fingers and thought to herself how much she had changed since then. Young Blyss was very temperamental and had little care about her habits. She remembered how difficult it was to break out of that old self to become the woman that she was today.

That’s because you have a goal now...

It was true. She didn’t do so well in school and at that time, she had been very lost in life. Like many teenagers, she changed ambitions every other week and was never really passionate about anything until she decided to try out wrestling. She had a lot of angst then and never really knew how to express herself. She fell in love with the sport one day and off she went on a new dream of becoming the greatest female wrestler. The one dream that she hadn’t waken up from.

Not yet.

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Loud hardcore music blasted from the PA system. There was a mixed reaction from the crowd as they recognized the entrance of the First Lady of the Empire. Blyss walked out to the passionate boos amongst the cheers wearing a sleek white pantsuit. Her lips and fingernails were a matching red. As she made her way down the ramp towards the ring, she smiled slyly and raised the microphone in hand to her lips. The music died down.


More jeers were heard when she attempted to sing the city name. She turned to face the right side of the arena in a snap motion.


She covered her ears as she walked up the steps and entered the ring. The jeers got louder and louder, resonating through the arena. She stood in the middle of the squared circle, her hands (and microphone) still clasped to her ears.


The crowd didn’t care one bit and continued booing.


They continued jeering until Blyss did something unexpected. She unbuttoned her jacket and revealed a black lacy bra underneath. The boos ceased.


She pretended to shudder and laughed.


The crowd jeered at this.


She flipped her hair and smoothed down the front of her jacket.


She dropped the microphone and walked slowly and deliberately to a turnbuckle, leaping to the top. The music came back on and she stared back at the crowd, her hands teasing at the jacket buttons. Just when they thought she would open her jacket again, she yelled at them for being sick and hopped back down, exiting the ring. She walked backwards up the ramp, facing the IWF audience in attendance in the huge Madison Square Garden. To the camera that followed her, she mocked her opponent in the upcoming Battle Grounds match by smearing her lipstick, releasing her hair from being tied up and messing it up a little. She blew a kiss to the camera before turning around and disappearing through the curtains with a smirk on her face.