Diana Logan [vs.] Blyss Lockhart

Diana Logan looks to send a message to the IWF Phoenix Champ Blyss Lockhart this week as these two amazing IWF Divas square off one on one!

Tuesday
Location: Jaci’s hotel room in Denver, Colorado


Blyss knocks on the door and waits nervously. She has come straight from the airport after flying in from Atlanta, surviving on zero sleep since yesterday morning. She can barely remember how she’s gotten here in this quiet hallway. And for the first time her mind is too. She places a hand on the back of her neck, feeling a cold shiver. She decides to knock on the door again when it opens.

Jaci stands before her, an unreadable expression on her face. But as Blyss looks back, Jaci’s cold blue eyes says it all.


Throughout the plane ride earlier, she’s tried to come up with what to say. Lately, their conversations haven’t been much and they always end on a negative note. She’s always brushed it off, thinking friends don’t always have to agree on everything and that the next day they’d be back to hanging out or go running together again.

However, looking at Jaci right now, she has a sinking feeling that things might not cool off any time soon. The anger she’s felt before this moment has melted into just confusion and sadness. Jaci is her first best female friend. Sure, she’s had girl friends before but no one else feels as close. Who else would skip rope with her before the show starts? Give a blunt opinion about the clothes she picks out when they go shopping? Dare her to do things she’s never thought she’d do like going to that nude beach in Rio? Or be that sensible voice in her head that assures her she can do and be more than she thinks she can?

Clearing her throat, she tries again.


But Jaci turns and walks further inside the room instead, leaving the door open. Blyss takes it as an invite in and enters. Jaci sits on a chair and stares at the carpeted floor with her eyebrows furrowed together and her lips sealed tight. Blyss stands awkwardly, not knowing whether to stand or sit. But that isn’t at all important.




She waits for a response but Jaci only defiantly stares back at her.


She bites her lower lip, refraining from saying more that’s on her mind. That anger is slowly returning but none of it is directed towards Jaci this time. Even thinking his name...


Jaci’s voice cuts right through her train of thoughts. Without meaning to, Blyss snaps.


Jaci stands, her facial expression and tone of voice match Blyss’.


Blyss winces. That name again. The first time Jaci’s said that is on Twitter yesterday. Though Jaci’s shorter, Blyss steps back feeling slightly threatened.



Blyss steps back in shock, hitting the wall behind her. Jaci stays where she stands, her eyes now glistening with tears.


Blyss’ hands curl up into fists by her sides and knock hard against the wall. She cries out in frustration.


Jaci simply sits back down on the chair while Blyss herself feels like collapsing.


The sarcasm stings but Jaci’s right. All Blyss wants now is to scream at her and that won’t do either of them any good. Blyss swallows the bitter pill and walks out of the room. As she turns to close the door, she exhales softly.


But her voice only manages to come out a whisper and Jaci didn’t hear a single word.

I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again

Saturday
Location: Apartment in Chicago, IL


The morning sun streams in through the curtained window, flooding light into the bedroom. Blyss still lies wide awake, staring at the peeling paint from the ceiling. She wonders if she should go to the hardware store today and fix that herself. She turns her gaze to the closed door. The lock on that has been spoiled for weeks. And so is the side table lamp. She reaches for the switch and presses it a few times. Nothing.

There’s so much to fix around here.

You are constantly letting yourself be distracted. Get back on track.

Blyss sits up in bed, running a hand through her hair. Things haven’t exactly been better since she met Jaci earlier that week. In fact, it feels like the days have just melted into each other and somehow it’s already the weekend. She swings her legs over the side of the bed and massages the back of her neck.

You knew this would happen. I’ve told you many times before. Jaci’s part of that list now.

Blyss grabs her cell phone from the side table and scrolls through the Twitter timeline. She sees an old picture of Tim that he posted in a tweet and smiles, typing out a reply to joke about his pink hair. He responds to disagree, jokes back about how it’s really awesome. That makes her laugh.

Tim is next... Cut him out like you did Gordon.

Blyss frowns. It’s been days since she’s last heard from him. Even on this past BattleGrounds, somehow they didn’t cross paths. And because of Tim, she didn’t even stay to watch the main event where he... Right. Jaci’s already pointed that out, not to mention yelled about it in her face. She feels like she’s been punched in the gut. And it’s all her own doing.

An effective move nonetheless.

Blyss tosses her phone aside and buries her face in her hands for a second before slamming her fists on her knees. This isn’t what wanted. She’s sick of having people leave her, knowing that she can do something to save these relations. To stop the rope from breaking or mend what hurts. Before all the bridges burn, leaving her alone surrounded by the ashes once again. She’s risen before but this pattern has to stop. It’s becoming too much to bear now and sometimes she’s even caught herself thinking if she should just give it all up.

Giving up doesn’t equate to failure in this situation. It’s the correct option, the only option. This is all nothing but a great distraction from achieving your goals in your career.

Blyss’ eyes flit to the Phoenix championship title belt that is placed on the dresser across from her.

A great queen rules on her own.

Blyss stands and walks slowly to the dresser. Tracing a finger over the plate design, her heart rate starts to pick up. It will soon be time to defend her title. Interestingly, the winner of the Best of 3 series turns out to be Diana Logan. She barely knows her opponent at the Isolation pay-per-view personally but as a wrestler, she can’t deny that the woman has skills. She slams a fist on the dresser, missing the belt by an inch. The fact that Jessica didn’t tell her in person that it would be a triple threat at the PPV instead pisses her off. She had to find out like everybody else that the very person who’s been tormenting her for the past couple of weeks would be added to the title match.

Megan knows better now that what she’s done to you would be paid back in full and more at Isolation. Wouldn’t it be nice to pin her for the third time and keep your title too? Oh... sweet... bliss...

But Diana has also made her return to make a name for herself in the business and company. Blyss has heard that she’s been training with Rosalie Knight, a former holder of the then Queen of Wrestling title. Getting a shot at the Phoenix championship definitely proves Diana’s efforts and if Blyss isn’t careful...

Diana is nothing more than a wannabe chasing for gold that will never bear her name. You’ve beaten her once in her debut and on BattleGrounds, it wouldn’t be a different story. Isolation would be easy to take her out quickly so you can focus on humiliating and eliminating Megan for the last time.

As Blyss looks up, she catches sight of her reflection in the mirror. She sweeps her hair back, pinning them behind her head with her hands. Who needs her attention more? The title stays with her after Isolation. It has to. Her shaky hands grip the edge of the dresser. She needs to fix this. The old fear of facing off in a triple threat match is returning. That painful memory of being stabbed in the back by a fellow stable member even though she had refused to work with but did anyways. Her grip tightens.

But that won’t happen at Isolation because you’re friends with neither of your opponents!

Blyss flips her hair to the front over her shoulder, brushing it through with her fingers.

I’ve said it before, my dear Blyss. Friends will only hold you back.

Blyss twirls her hair around her finger, a tiny smile creeping over her lips.

So cut... cut... cut...

To cut or to fix? Destroy or mend? Blyss turns around and looks at her room. Clothes are all over the place, some hanging out of her luggage bag. Her shoes carelessly thrown on the floor. Her laptop balancing precariously near the edge of the bed. Random books in small piles around the room.

Which one works with alleged negligence?

Blyss picks up a jacket and folds it neatly. It’s time to clean up now.

And when we meet
As I'm sure we will
All that was then
Will be there still

Monday
Location: Amway Center in Orlando, FL


Blyss is sitting on a steel chair, leaning forward and propping her elbows on her thighs. Her hands are curled into fists beneath her chin as she looks straight ahead at something off camera. The Phoenix title belt is worn around her waist. Glancing at the camera, her face softens slightly but keeps her gaze at whatever it is she’s looking at earlier.


Blyss hugs her title belt and leans closer to the camera.


Blyss flashes a smile and gets up from the chair. She turns to walk away as the camera cuts to black.

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door


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OOC
Inspired by “White Flag - Dido”