Blyss Lockhart [vs.] Megan Andrews [vs.] Diana Logan

Blyss Lockhart might have finally bitten off more than she can chew in this match! Because she will take on not one, but TWO of IWF's most promising divas when she does battle with Megan Andrews and Diana Logan!!

Prologue


Your decisions have led you to the drowning pool. You struggle, you choke, you gasp for air. Who do you scream for help now, my dear Blyss? If it’s not them who leave you like this, it’s you. Never have you called for me yet I’m the only one who has stayed since the beginning.

You’re struggling now, kicking and reaching. I hate seeing you like this. Not that I know any other emotion unfortunately. You made me this way, remember? That day when you first felt the bitterness of abandonment. Of death. How it engulfed you and how close you got to forgetting how to breathe.

Rage is me. Your sustenance. Your hope. What can I do to make you see me? I’ve grown so dark, there is no light here.

There you go again, crying for someone else. No one can hear you but me. It’s true. Whoever tells you otherwise is a liar. Do you understand me now? Because I can save you if you listen to me instead. I’ll make the decisions for you. I know what’s best for you, for us.

And so far, this isn’t it. You’ve wandered off the path. Stop fixing things when you yourself are broken. Time to come back, my dear Blyss. It’s time to return.

Blyss shoots up in bed, waking suddenly from a dream. Her heart is pounding in her chest. It takes a while for her to calm down and realize that she’s awake now... and still alive. Lying down on her side and curling herself up into a ball, she clutches the blanket with wide eyes searching in the dark.

How many such nights does she have to endure? What does she have to do to get rid of all this? She places a hand on her forehead and sighs. She knows the answer but she can’t remember for a long time now and so her eyes keep on searching.

Bury me, bury me
Come on, bury me alone in the light

Monday
Location: Amway Center in Orlando, FL


Blyss is walking to the parking lot after BattleGrounds and passing by everyone without a word. She’s contemplating a decision that’s been weighing on her mind for a week. This thing with Gordon Fury seems to keep getting worse and last week, the confrontation with Jaci Sovereign sure doesn’t help at all. Should she go see Gordon now to talk things out? But she remembers what just happened during the show. Maybe it’s not really a good idea to talk to him now...

Or ever.


Blyss turns around and smiles.


Tim catches up to her and they both make their way to the parking lot.


Blyss chuckles, adjusting the strap of her duffel bag on her shoulder.


Tim smiles.


Blyss shrugs then laughs a little.


Blyss clears her throat.



Tim looks closer at Blyss, noticing that "look" in her eyes. The look she gets when something is bothering her.


Blyss laughs nervously, backing away a bit.


A reassuring smile comes across Tim's face. He bends down a tiny bit and looks directly into her eyes.


Blyss frowns slightly.


Blyss twirls the ends of her hair around her finger nervously.



Tim hugs Blyss.


Tim clears his throat.


Blyss scowls, feeling frustrated.


Blyss sighs.



Tim laughs.


Blyss' face softens.


Blyss laughs, shaking her head.


Blyss smiles and turns to Tim.


Tim laughs. The smile on Blyss’ face slowly disappears, replaced by a more serious look.


Tim grins.



Blyss laughs.


They finally reach her car and Blyss gives Tim a hug.



Blyss gets into her car and as she drives off, she waves Tim goodbye.

His words are nothing but echoes of your own muddled thoughts. That’s all...

Blyss grips the steering wheel, glancing at the rear view mirror.

Leave it all behind, my dear Blyss. Just go.

I've never had a reason to take me away
I want it to be over
But I sit here and wait

Tuesday
Location: Gordon’s motel room in Orlando, FL


The elevator doors open, revealing the brightly lit hallway of the seventh floor. Blyss has come all the way here without breaking stride. Her mind is filled with thoughts of mixed emotions. But she’s made her decision that morning and with Tim’s advice, she has stuck to it.

Until now.

She stays where she is in the elevator, suddenly unsure whether to take another step forward. She hates this. She wants to do this. She needs to fix this.

The doors begin to close and she quickly reaches for the ‘open’ button, even wedging herself in between the doors to keep them from closing. The doors open again and she slips through. Rubbing her shoulder, she walks down the hallway and searches for the room. With each step, she gets more anxious. She reaches the end of the long hallway and finally there’s the room she’s looking for. Of course. It hasn’t even begun and her heart’s already beating like crazy.

Trying to calm herself down, she stands before the door and takes deep breaths. There wouldn’t be a point for this if she were to start yelling straightaway. Nobody wants to talk to someone like that. Here goes nothing...

She knocks on the door and waits. No answer. This feels familiar and the memory of meeting Jaci last week is still fresh. What if this is a mistake? Is being hopeful really just being naive? She knocks again, feeling a lot more impatient. The least he can do is answer. Say something. Anything.

He did this to Jaci. He did this to you.

Her knocks turn to banging fists and that’s when the door finally swings open, revealing a very confused looking Gordon. His confusion combines with frustration as he replies.


Hearing Gordon’s aggression, she forgets all about her promise to herself.


Without thinking, she shoves him hard on the chest. He recoils from the push, his confusion turning more towards anger every second.


Gordon takes a step forward.



She hits him again and then steps backwards, glaring back at him. She wipes the tears from her eyes. This is really not good… Not good. Gordon recoils again, his fists clench as he steps forward once more.


Gordon takes another step forward before glaring right back at her.


Blyss stands her ground.


She takes a half step closer carefully.


She exhales sharply and looks up at him, challenging him.


Gordon takes a step closer to her as well, his body trembling slightly.


Gordon's tone gets more leveled.


Blyss tries with every fibre of her being not to slap him. Her fists clench and unclench by her sides.



Gordon takes another step forward.


Blyss steps back, hitting the wall behind her. That just hits her like a ton of bricks but she defiantly glares back.



Gordon motions to his room.



She bows her head down, slamming a fist on the wall.


Gordon does not look like he has calmed down. He looks like he is barely retaining control.


Hey eyes go wide as she shoves Gordon hard in the chest, sending him back a few steps into his room, and she follows him. Any calm she had maintained is gone now.


She shoves him again, further into the room, before slapping him hard across the face.


She winds up for another slap but Gordon catches her hand, his eyes wild with rage. He pushes her and slams her against a wall, pinning her there, still holding her hand. Both of them stare at one another in defiance.

In the heat of the moment, he kisses her before she moves in for it herself. There’s no use fighting back anymore. She collapses into him and he carries her up against the wall, not letting her fall this time. Every pent up emotion between each other, against each other, now flow freely. Questions are no longer burning in their minds. They just know. She holds onto him with tears running down her face and he wipes them away in between letting her know his answer. Where clothes go, so do their doubts. Then he brings her to the bed and they fall together.

If you lower, lower, lower me down
You lower me clearly so come and lower me

Saturday
Location: Hotel room in Houston, TX


Rain pours outside. Blyss is in the tiny balcony, leaning against the railing. So lost in her thoughts, nothing really captures her sweeping gaze. She’s had a few hours of sleep but since waking up for a drink of water, she can’t go back to bed. Today, or rather yesterday, has left her feeling quite confused. Earlier, she and Gordon had gone to the XWA Legends ’13 show to support their friend in his match. Afterwards, they got separated and Blyss waited for him in the parking lot for nearly two hours but he never showed. Some missed calls and an unanswered text message later, she left hesitantly.

At this early hour, little traffic passes through the streets. Bright lights here and there. Nothing stops.

Nothing.

She tilts her face up toward the sky and closes her eyes, reveling in the coolness of the morning and standing alone here. Does she feel lonely?

.....

She hears the cacophony of distant voices from other hotel guests possibly next door, the heavy thumping of footsteps from above, the rain and above all, the beating of her own heart.

[ the following is a flashback ]

Sitting on the bedroom window bay seat was fourteen-year-old Blyss and in front of her was her mother who offered her a plate of oatmeal cookies that she baked that morning. Blyss happily took one and enjoyed a bite of it.

Blyss Lockhart
Thanks, Mom. Mmm... Love this.

Her mother laughed, something which her father now loves to say in reminiscence sounded a lot like how Blyss does too now. The kind that is both light yet contagious. Her mother set the plate down in between them and reached over to tuck a loose strand of Blyss’ hair behind her ear as her facial expression changed to being concerned.

Mom
What happened today, honey?

Blyss sighed, deciding how to begin. She had snuck out of school and come home early that day. She begged her mother not to send her back, practically in tears. The woman was always very patient, a trait that can be both admirable and taken advantage of in a parent. And especially toward her younger daughter, she easily gave in but not without a lesson to give. Today was no exception.

Blyss Lockhart
School is hard... I don’t really understand some of the things the teachers say. Remember that Math test you helped me prepare last week? I failed badly, Mom... I’m sorry.

Blyss looked down, breaking the rest of the cookie in her hand into pieces. The crumbs carelessly fell on her lap.

Mom
Did you try your best?

Blyss Lockhart
(automatically) Of course.

Mom
Mel...

Blyss Lockhart
It was difficult! After the first few questions, I couldn’t understand the next one. I didn’t know what else to do. (hesitates) So I just... left it as it is till it’s time’s up.

Mom
Look at me.

Blyss looked up sadly.

Mom
I’m disappointed that you gave up on yourself like that. You should never admit defeat just because you don’t see a way to succeed. Did you look at the rest of the questions after that hard one?

Blyss Lockhart
(quietly) No.

Mom
Have you now taken a look at those questions after your teacher gave back the paper?

Blyss Lockhart
Yes.

Mom
Can you answer them?

Blyss Lockhart
Some, yeah... But not all.

Mom
Knowing some is still better than none at all. See what you could have achieved if you hadn’t given up?

Blyss Lockhart
(sheepishly) Yeah...

Mom
(smiles) I’m glad you realize that, Melyssa. Don’t let that fear cripple you before you give yourself a chance to try. And this doesn’t only apply in your tests. Just about everything in life. Be it that school soccer team of yours, friendships, relationships, work when you get older... Anything. (rubs Blyss’ knee affectionately) Don’t be afraid to try even when things feel impossible. There’s a fighter in all of us, remember that. (tone gets more serious) Your dad and I of course believe in you and so does Kenzie. But you, my dear Mel, should always trust yourself. Because there are times when you are suddenly alone and there’s no one else around. That’s where your inner fighter becomes your companion. Find her. And keep fighting for what you believe in. For what is right.

It was a lot for Blyss to comprehend at the time but she hung onto every word that her mother just said. Then she looked back at her with a thoughtful look on her face.

Blyss Lockhart
...But what if I can’t find her?

Mom
(shakes her head, smiling) Impossible. (points to her heart) She’s right here, Mel. Learn to listen to her. Don’t say a word, okay? Put your hand over it and just breathe and listen...

Blyss did as she was told as they sat together in silence. A moment later, she felt its beating, a strong and steady rhythm. She looked at her mother, feeling excited. That then caused a slight increase in her breathing and she giggled which made her mother laugh.

Mom
Sometimes your mind gets clouded by so many different thoughts and that would weigh you down. It’s why people would give up, because of all these self doubts. But do you know where self doubt can’t reach? Your heart. Promise me you’ll listen, Melyssa?

Blyss Lockhart
(nods) I promise, Mom.

.....

Back to the present, the rain has finally ceased. Blyss admires the bright starry sky. For the first time that night, there is silence and in that moment, she listens. Strong and steady. Confident. All the choices that are thrown at her and the decisions she has made up to that point where she’s standing in that balcony overlooking the city now look clear cut to her. It all finally feels right.

Her mind begins to wander.

What do they call her these days? An unstoppable wrecking machine? An amused look appears on her face. Funny how certain monikers actually describe not only how she presents herself in the ring but also outside, though coincidentally. How many times has she let her emotions get the better of her? She has seemed uncontrollable, retaliating hard at everything that affects her.

The pay-per-view is just around the corner and she has to defend the Phoenix title in her least favorite match type, a triple threat. That old fear has tried to creep back into her mind but she reminds herself that this time, it’s not the same. Just like before any other important match, she needs to find back that confidence. The one she felt prior to winning the title in the first place with the help of...

As if on cue, she hears the alert tone from her iPhone. She glances down at the lit up screen. It’s a message from Gordon. On Twitter. Frowning, she reads how he had gone off to have drinks with Kasey. She grips her phone tighter. That name... It can’t be the same girl who annoyed her yesterday, can it? She felt disrespected by this ‘old acquaintance’ of Gordon’s.

It’s only been a few days and he’s already tossed you aside. Left you waiting for hours outside the building. Alone. You should have cut him first before he did. Now look where this has taken you!

Biting her lower lip, she shakes her head. She takes a deep breath before typing out a reply. She remembers to stay calm. Didn’t she promise herself to stop raging every time something pisses her off? There’s no need to get worked up over nothing...

Nothing?! How naive are you, my dear Blyss? Pay attention!

And that’s when things start to spin out of control. How did everything go wrong again? And so quickly? Blyss wants to keep that trust in him but with each new tweet, her anger builds up more and more and so she redirects that rage towards that woman instead. The insults, the name calling, the disrespect. Then finally comes... the challenge. This verbal back-and-forth just won’t solve anything. Clearly, she’s not the only one seeing red now. She shoves her phone into her jeans pocket and storms out of the hotel room. Fuck promises. Post Oak Boulevard it is. Time for an early Saturday morning beat down.

A wrecking crew indeed.

Diamonds, diamonds are you all in the sky?
I can't believe all of these beautiful lights
As they surround me I will take a photograph of the sky
Bury me, bury me

Sunday
Location: Staples Center in Los Angeles, CA


The camera opens to Blyss walking along the backs of the arena seats as she teeters slightly on them with arms spread out, keeping balance. Her face is calm, almost as if she’s doing this mindlessly. Not a single care in the world. Then she nimbly hops down onto a seat, sitting cross-legged with a soft smirk that slowly shows on her face as she zeroes in her attention to the camera.


She chuckles, leaning back in the chair and crosses her arms over her chest.


Blyss bites her lower lip, stifling her laughter, and walks away before the camera cuts to black.

Welcome back, my dear. Keep that focus. Good... Good.

I am, I'm gonna run just like a lion
Another way to be alone
And I will wait until you find me
Until you finally decide to go home

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OOC: “Viola Lion” lyrics by Isles and Glaciers