Blyss Lockhart [vs.] Meghan Andrews

Speaking of returns, Meghan Andrews also returns to action this week as she takes on the Phoenix Champion, the seemingly UNSTOPPABLE WRECKING MACHINE Blyss Lockhart!

Sunday
Location: TD Garden in Boston, MA


Blyss Lockhart stumbles into the locker room shower then leans against the wall. The match against Storming Raven no doubt took a lot out of her. She manages to smile, though weakly, at the thought of it. Her opponent and friend did not disappoint and that’s what she has been hoping for. She leans closer toward the shower and closes her eyes as the water rains down on her face. Despite feeling more pain than usual after a match, she’s glad to successfully defend her Phoenix championship tonight. That’s all that matters for now.

Exactly. That’s what you should focus on, my dear Blyss.

And that’s what she did during match, bringing the fight to her opponent. People like Molly Reid can stop to think again before calling her “the worst wrestler”. People like Philip Joseph can stop mocking her for being a woman in this so-called man’s world. She’s done nothing but work hard to improve in her skills since the first day she stepped foot in a ring. The quote “to be number one, you have to train like you’re number two” is constantly in her mind.

But that’s not all that’s always running through your mind these days, isn’t it?

She runs her fingers through her hair and lets her mind wander to the events that happened this past week, leading up to this very moment. Sure breaking down before a big match at the PPV eventually helped but the very fact that she did at all surprises her right now. Sometimes people go through that, right?

Your moment of weakness lasted a week, nearly taking your eyes off the goal we made years ago. You’re not careful enough. Do you not care for that title belt sitting in your locker right now? Do you wish to bail on yourself, the way many people like to do to you? You’re already in hiding. Where else do you intend to run to?

She grips the water tap, clenching her jaw. She doesn’t want to run anymore. She needs to face the situation head on and take control. She will see him again soon. She told him she would. At this point, she has almost nothing to lose. She wants to feel that rush again. That rush of free falling.

NO!

She snaps to attention and looks around the shower room. There’s no one but her.

That wasn’t the purpose of the lesson I taught you, Blyss. Don’t you rebel.

She turns off the shower and grabs a towel. Lessons are transferable, aren’t they?

Close those pretty eyes
Don't look behind

Tuesday
Location: Hotel room in New York, NY


Blyss is lying in the bath tub, fully clothed. Her mind is in a deep clutter as she wrestles with her thoughts and she feels weighted by the decision she’s made earlier this morning. She remembers the butterflies returning to her stomach from last night as she sat there in Starbucks, waiting for Michael Alexander. They agreed to meet today and the sooner she sees him, the better. Though they both may have different reasons...

Oh you’re planning to keep him away for good. Smart girl.

She remembers how their eyes met almost instantly and his face lit up, smiling. Without a hint to him, she returned it with a smile of her own and a little wave.

So unsuspecting... How fun.

She remembers the playful banter between them as if the awkwardness after their breakup has gone away... or at least pushed aside to be civil again. She smacked his hand away when he tried to steal a drink from her latte, something that used to happen a lot yet he never quite learned not to do so and she never made it a point to actually tell him to stop anyways. As usual, they both laughed it off.

Using her feet, she turns the water tap on. She rests the right of her face against the side of the tub, stretching and then crossing her legs. She shivers as the cold water soaks through her shirt and jeans. As she sinks lower into the tub, she recalls that dreaded conversation in the cafe.


He leaned closer toward her over the table. His blue eyes, suddenly so serious and sincere, caught her slightly off guard. Just before he touched, she pulled away and hurt flashed in those same eyes. She glanced at something outside the cafe window, wishing she were somewhere else. But she wasn’t, she was here now before him. Her mind raced with the different ways to string up the sentence. I...

Michael Alexander
(frowns slightly) What’s wrong?

How could she tell him after he had come all the way from Miami to see her? It wasn’t fair for her to keep this secret. But was it fair not to tell him either? Well, it’s not like she’s cheating on him. She had already walked out a few weeks ago. So why did it feel like she is? Like she owed him anything? Words jumbled on the tip of her tongue. I...

Michael Alexander
Blyss?

Blyss Lockhart
I know we’re here to talk things out... about us...

She pursed her lips together, unsure of how to go on. He took her slightly trembling hands and looked at her with a worried expression on his face. Damn, how she hated to see that. She bowed her head down.

Blyss Lockhart
But we can’t, Michael. There’s... nothing left.

He considered this for a moment before speaking again, this time his tone changed.

Michael Alexander
There’s somebody else.

She looked up at him, surprised to hear that. And that is all he needed to confirm his suspicion.

Michael Alexander
(angrily) How can there be someone else when you walked out on us because you wanted to focus on your career?

His words echoed in her now blank mind. Her hands suddenly felt cold.

Michael Alexander
I don’t get it. What the hell happened?

All she could do was stare back him, taking in whatever verbal attacks he would hurl in her face. She deserved it, she though.

Michael Alexander
Who is this person--

Blyss Lockhart
(cuts in) Gordon.

Michael Alexander
--I used to know? (pauses) Wait, what? Gordon, as in your tag team partner from Ascension? When you first won your title? When you...

Clearly he wasn’t asking who the “somebody else” is but she blurted it out anyways due to guilt and the desire for this to be over. He leaned back in his chair, shocked and angry. He couldn’t even finish saying “when you broke up with me” and somehow him being at a loss for words restored her ability to say something.

Blyss Lockhart
It just happened, Michael. I didn’t mean to kiss him.

Michael Alexander
(snaps) Well it clearly means something now, doesn’t it?

And just like that, she’s back to not knowing what to say.

Michael Alexander
It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything. I’m used to that now anyways.

He’s of course referring to the times when she would ignore when he asked if she missed him as much he did and when different people asked her what happened between them on Twitter. She clutched her cup of coffee as they look at each other, waiting. She did nothing more.

Michael Alexander
I’m out. (pauses) Congrats on retaining your championship title.

She remembers how he stormed out of the cafe after that and how the last bit of coffee left a more bitter taste in her mouth. The tub is now almost filled to the brim so she turns off the tap and submerges into the cold completely.

Goodbye...

Don't you be fooled
I loved you more
Than I would ever dare tell you

Wednesday
Location: In the car somewhere in New York


Later, Blyss leaves the hotel room and at three in the morning, she is still driving around aimlessly, not really knowing what to do. She grabs her cell phone and turns it on, half expecting and half hoping to see messages. None. Gritting her teeth, she checks Twitter... Nothing. She beats the steering wheel hard, accidentally hitting the car horn. It shocks her for a moment and she beats the wheel once more as if frustrated at the damn thing itself now. She scrolls through her phone contacts list and hits the ‘call’ button. She hastily puts on her earpiece and swerves the car a bit as it almost goes up the curb.


With her impatience at an all time high, she jabs at the ‘end call’ button and tries one more time. One ring... Two...













She bites her lower lip, gripping the wheel even tighter as she waits for his answer. A moment passes.


She glances at her phone screen and taps on it, checking to see if the call has accidentally ended. No, it hasn’t. She hears a sigh and then nothing.



She smacks the steering wheel and runs a hand through her hair in a frustrated manner.


And the line goes dead. Her eyes hurt and now her head does too but most of the pain is in her heart. She throws her earpiece and phone over her shoulder to the back seat before stepping hard on the accelerator pedal. Oh there’s Rockaway Beach up ahead. Time for a quick swim.

You’re drowning.

It’s only drowning if you let go... and that’s when she’ll get back into control.

What if I tell you
That past is past
Don't let it follow you

Monday
Location: Madison Square Garden in NYC, NY


The camera opens up to Blyss sitting on the floor. She has one knee propped up where she rests her right elbow on, grabbing a fistful of her hair that shadows upon half her face. Her hair is more mussed now and her smile looks weary. Sliding her hand down to rest on the side of her neck, her eyes focuses directly at the camera.


She chuckles lightly and then bites her lip in amusement before sighing.


She scoffs and then leans forward, closer to the camera.


She rests her chin on her hands, staring intensely into the camera.


She stops herself, wincing a little. Clearing her throat, she puts on a smile again.


She lets out a chuckle and looks away. Then she pulls herself up to her feet. The camera follows with a shot of her walking away before cutting to black.

Hard to let go of something
Once you get hold of it

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OOC: Inspired by "The One" by Meg & Dia