Blyss Lockhart [vs.] Gordon Fury

RP Here

The scene opens with Gordon Fury and Blyss Lockhart sitting on the “patient side” of a doctors office. You know it's a doctors office cause there is doctory shit everywhere. You know like how doctors have models of cocks on their desk and stuff? Yeh, shit like that. There's a big “fuck off” desk sitting in front of them, and an empty office chair on the other side of the desk.

This is fucking stupid.

Huh?

This is a complete waste of time. We have been waiting for about 45 minutes, and when the doctor finally comes in, he will tell me EXACTLY what I know he will tell me, and then I will leave, making this ENTIRE FUCKING THING completely pointless.

Gordon zones out as he waits, and Blyss looks at him with mild concern, before holding his left hand with her right. Gordon looks at Blyss and she gives him a reassuring smile, and he gives her a weak grin back.

Despite me not wanting to have to put Blyss through this bullshit, I'm glad she came along with me. It's nice to have her company just in general, we don't get to spend a lot of time together as a couple. And while this isn't exactly romantic, I'm glad she's here.

Gordon Fury: Thanks for coming here with me Blyss. I hope this hasn't been too boring and shit. I did warn you though.

Blyss Lockhart: Gordo, I already said don't worry about it, it's fine. I want to be here with you.

Gordon Fury: I'm glad to hear it.

The door behind them opens up and an old as fuck looking doctor walks into the room and takes a seat in the office chair. You can tell he is a doctor, because he is wearing a doctor's coat...

Seems legit.

...And you can tell he is old as fuck, because he is old as fuck. He shuffles some papers on his desk a bit before addressing them. Why do all doctors feel the need to shuffle papers?

Fucked if I know.

Doctor Oldasfuck: So Gordon, I have gone over your results...

You better fucking have.

Doctor Oldasfuck: ...and it is as expected. The trauma caused by your fall...

Blyss and I glance at each other. I never reported what went on that day, so as far as the doctors knew, I fell.

Doctor Oldasfuck: ...has worsened the condition of your head trauma. The visions you have been having will increase in frequency and realism, and as you are aware, head trauma is not good.
Well no shit Sherlock.

Blyss has a concerned look on her face, but Gordon seems calm, like he expected this. His next words are very bland.

Gordon Fury: But there is surgery to fix it right?

The doctor seems taken aback, both at the fact Gordon knew about it, and that fact he didn't seem the least bit pleased.

Doctor Oldasfuck: Of course. This surgery has had a 100% success rate, and you will suffer no lingering side effects.

Gordon Fury: Would I be able to wrestle again?

The bluntness of the question takes the Doctor off guard. Blyss looks at Gordon with a look of concern on her face. She knows what's coming.

Doctor Oldasfuck: Well you see, it's a very serious operation, but it's worth it in the long run. If you don't do something about it it is going to get worse. While it causes no real risk now, the longer you leave it, the riskier it becomes.

Gordon is not moved.

Gordon Fury: Can I wrestle again, or not?

The Doctor takes a deep breath.

Doctor Oldasfuck: No. If you have the operation, you can never wrestle again.

I smirk at him. I fucking knew it, same shit different doctor.

Gordon Fury: That's all I needed to know, thanks for your time doc.

At that Gordon lets go of Blyss's hand and stands up, walking straight out the door. Blyss looks around a little confused before giving a sheepish grin to the equally confused Doctor, before following Gordon out the door.

Blyss Lockhart: Gordon, wait!

By this point Gordon is almost at the front doors of the hospital, as he turns back to Blyss.

Gordon Fury: hmmm?

Blyss slowly approaches Gordon, frowning a little.

Blyss Lockhart: Gordon, I know this is hard to hear but the doctor said your head trauma… It will get worse... And...

Blyss stops, unsure of what to say. Gordon cuts her off before she can say anything else.

Gordon Fury: I'm gonna stop you right there Blyss. Don't you say it. it's not gonna happen. Health be damned, I don't give a fuck. I'm a wrestler, its who I am. The trauma can kill me for all I care.

Blyss obviously senses the bluntness in my response, and knows I'm pissed off.

No? Really? I NEVER would have guessed?

Shut up.

Blyss Lockhart: And just let the brain trauma be? Okay, how about we go get something to drink? Just take a step back for a bit and then think about this again.

Gordon shakes his head.

She doesn't get it. I'm not being rash about this.

Gordon Fury: There is nothing to think about. I am not going to give up being a wrestler for some stupid operation. It's as simple as that.

Blyss takes his hand.

Blyss Lockhart: I know, giving up your career like that is hard. But you've got your health to think about here, Gordon. Maybe… Maybe there's a way after the operation.

Blyss smiles a little.

Blyss Lockhart: I mean, there's gotta be some kinda rehab or something. Maybe get a second opinion elsewhere?

Gordon lets out a sigh.

Suppose i'll have to explain huh?

Yup.

Gordon Fury: Blyss I know this is your first time for this, but it isn't mine. Ever since my car accident all those months ago, every single doctor I have seen has told me the same fucking thing: I can have the operation to fix my fucked up brain, but if I do so I say goodbye to wrestling. For good. That is not the first time I have walked out of a doctors office like that Blyss, and I guarantee it won't be the last.

Gordon lets go of Blyss's hand.

Gordon Fury: It's not gonna be the last, because I'm not getting the operation. I will NEVER get the operation Blyss. The benefit is NOT worth the sacrifice

Blyss looks on concerned and nods.

Blyss Lockhart: Okay, Gordon. I get it. No operation.

Good, I'll glad she understands.

Blyss looks away for a second, clearing her throat slightly. Then she turns back to him.

Blyss Lockhart: So what happens now? I mean, the doctor did say it's gonna get worse.

Gordon shrugs. I'm glad you pay me for such insight Gordo.

Gordon Fury: What happens now? Nothing. I keep on doing what I do. Yes he did say it is going to get worse, and it no doubt is. But that is just the way it has to be.

Blyss Lockhart: Oh… Okay then. Guess we'll just pretend nothing happened, right? That's what you want?

She is taking that tone with me. I hate that tone.

Gordon Fury: Blyss don't start with me. No it isn't what I want, but its how it has to be. There is no other option.

Blyss Lockhart: I'm not starting anything, Gordon. I'm just worried about you. That's all. What happened that day… It scared me.

She is right of course. She is only looking out for me.

He gives her his attempt at a warm smile. It fails miserably.

Gordon Fury: There is no need to be worried Blyss, I'm fine.

Blyss shakes her head. obviously not buying it.

Blyss Lockhart: I'm not buying it.

Told you.

Blyss Lockhart: You're only saying that to reassure yourself. It has been less than a week since the incident Gordon. The incident that left you unconscious lying in a pool of your own blood! How am I not worried? And how are YOU not worried? Gordon, I know you're strong but just promise me that you'll at least take extra care of yourself? Please?

I take a deep breath in before letting out a sigh.

Gordon Fury: I'm not worried Blyss, because there is no point. I'm not getting the operation, and there is nothing else anyone can do. The only thing worrying will get me is distracted, and that is something I can't afford to do Blyss. Not now. I am so close to the World title, SO CLOSE! And I am not going to give up now. I can't hold anything back, I will take every risk I need to take to become world champion. I can't afford to take care of myself.

Gordon sighs.

Gordon Fury: I'm sorry, but that's just how it is.

Blyss starts to get frustrated as she takes a small step towards him.

Blyss Lockhart: So you're telling me that you're really gonna do whatever it takes to become world champion? Just gonna go all the way for that title and risking everything?

Blyss looks him in the eyes with a serious expression on her face.

Blyss Lockhart: Even if it means putting your health on the line?

Gordon Fury: We put our health on the line every time we enter that ring Blyss. This is no different.

Her frustration grows again as she lets loose.

Blyss Lockhart: This IS different, Gordon! God, why are you so stubborn? That risk is now multiplied for you and you're just not gonna care? Just fuck everything as long as you get to be world champion, is that it? And then what? Retire? Drop dead? Yeah Gordon, we take risks every single week out there but none of us makes a death wish every damn time!

Gordon Fury: Blyss you heard the doctor, this isn't serious! You are blowing this way out of proportion!

I take a deep breath and calm down. I don't want to get angry at her, she is only looking out for me.

Gordon Fury: Looking to the future does nothing but make you think of the worst. You have focus on the now. I am focusing on the now. And right now I am with the woman of my dreams doing what I love.

I look into her eyes to try and gauge her reaction.

Gordon Fury: So you are right Blyss. I am NOT gonna care. At all.

Blyss sighs, letting the frustration drop off of her.

Blyss Lockhart: You can say that it isn't serious as many times you want but I know you know that it is. You don't have to think of the worst, you know? Nobody knows what the future holds so why not think positively? It's okay. If this is what you want, then so be it. I'm here for you, Gordon. If you're not gonna care, then I will.

She smiles at him.

Blyss Lockhart: And you can't stop me.

I can't help but let out a smile.

Gordon Fury: You know you are way too good for me right?

She giggles.

Blyss Lockhart: Of course.

I take her hand as she smiles at me.

Gordon Fury: Lets get out of here.

I pull her towards the exit and she follows me.

Blyss Lockhart: Where are we going?

Gordon Fury: Its a surprise.

She raises her eyebrow.

Blyss Lockhart: Should I be worried?

Yes.

Gordon Fury: Of course not.

Blyss Lockhart: Uh huh.

The both walk out the front door of the hospital as the scene fades to black.


The scene opens up in the middle of the night in Blyss Lockhart's motel room, showing Gordon Fury and Blyss sleeping in the large bed in the center of the room. You know it's Blyss's room, because it doesn't look like a divey piece of shit, so that rules out Gordon's room. The room is dark and quiet, but after a few seconds the sound of wind is heard. The wind slowly takes the form of ghostly voices.

?: Its all your fault...

Gordon tosses and turns, but Blyss is completely still.

?: You are to blame Gordon...

?: You are responsible...

Gordon tosses and turns again before finally, opening his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. The voices stop.

Gordon Fury: Fuck that was creepy.

?: What was Gordo?

Gordon looks at Blyss and she is still out cold, and the voice came from behind him. He turns his body around slowly.

Gordon Fury: What the fuck!

Gordon backs up in the bed until he backs into Blyss, who just figgits a little before settling. Lying on the other side of Gordon, wearing lingerie that left little to the imagination, was Jaci Sovereign. Gordon is quite caught of guard, but talks quietly to not wake Blyss.

Gordon Fury: Jaci? What the hell are you doing here?

She innocently shrugs at him as she moves her body closer to his.

Jaci Sovereign: Oh you know, I just in the neighborhood and decided to stop by, so you can, you know..

She reaches over him with her right arm.

Jaci Sovereign: ...Finish the fucking job.

Jaci's demeanor instantly becomes aggressive.

Gordon Fury: What?

Jaci Sovereign: You heard me you fucker. You only popped my shoulder and ended my career. Why don't you snap it in half this time?

Gordon Fury: That isn't what it was like!

?: Bullshit Gordon, all you do is hurt people.

Gordon then feels a pressure on his chest and looks up to see Scarlett Saxton staring down at him, also wearing lingerie that leaves very VERY little to the imagination.

Gordon Fury: Scarlett? What the fuck?

Gordon takes a minute to think.

Gordon Fury: Wait... this isn't real.

Scarlett Saxton: Really Gordon? Was that blow job I gave you real enough huh? Was cheating on Blyss within a week of dating her, real?

She leans over him, staring into his eyes, her cleavage staring him right in the face.

Scarlett Saxton: Go on Gordon, look. Look you piece of shit!

She grabs his head and points it at her cleavage.

I'm locked inside my own mind. I'm trying to fight it, but this shit is on auto pilot. I can't enough close my eyes.

Scarlett Saxton: You like that Gordon don't you? You know why? Because you are a terrible person. That websit going up was karma because of what you did. And now Blys is going to find out, and you will be seen for the fucking arsehole you are.

Scarlett leans back as Jaci pushing her right arm into Gordon's chest as she props herself up.

Jaci Sovereign: But that's ok, cause Gordon Fury doesn't need excuses right? He doesn't need to apologise for the fuck ups he has made, he doesn't have to take responsibility for ANYTHING he does right?

Gordon Fury: That isn't how it is!

Scarlett slaps him across the face.

Jaci Sovereign: Don't lie to us! You pretend to be a good guy, but you are just a selfish dick who can't take responsibility for your own actions, and tries to hide behind something you aren't. Its funny that you claim to want to end these type of people Gordon, because if you really did, you would put a gun in your mouth and off yourself.

Scarlett Saxton: You would be doing the world a favour.

I have had enough. This ends, now.

Gordon Fury: FUCK OFF!

Gordon then throws a punch at Scarlett, and sits up, but as he does Scarlett and Jaci disappear. Obviously this wakes Blyss as she sits up next to him.

Blyss Lockhart: Gordon are you ok?

I take a few deep breaths as I try to calm myself.

Gordon Fury: Yeh, I'm fine. Go back to sleep babe.

We both lie back down, but I know I am not going back to sleep tonight. That vision was so real, by far more real than my ones before. My subconscious is no longer helping me, it is trying to destroy me. But that doesn't matter. I am in for some long nights ahead, but I will get through it as I always do. This isn't going to break me.

Gordon rolls back onto his side as the scene fades to black.


The scene opens up showing Gordon Fury standing outside a bookstore. He is wearing the usual shit he always wears, you want specifics, stop being lazy and check his fucking bio. There are people lined up out the door.

Huh this bookstore is never this busy.

Of course it isn't. Who the fuck buys books anymore? Reading is for chumps.

A lot of people would disagree.

Fuck them. Do they expect me to take 2 weeks to read a fucking book, when I can watch the movie in 2 – 3 hours? Ain't nobody got time for that shit.

Uh huh. Either way, the fact this bookstore is packed intrigues me, so I go in for a closer look. I stand at the side of the line and see how far down it goes. It goes down a fair way.

Dude fuck this shit, it's gonna take ages.

Watch and learn my friend, watch and learn.

Gordon then wedges himself down the side of the line trying to push past people. This is never gonna work.

Gordon Fury: Pregnant lady coming through, pregnant lady, pregnant lady coming through, move for the pregnant lady.

And just like Moses, With a touch Gordon parts the sea of people as they turn and look at him in confusion as he pushes part the almost hypnotised people. It is actually a quite magical thing to behold.

I “pregnant lady push” my way to the front of the line, and I finally see what the fuss is about. There is a room that has been cleared, with kids sitting on the floor around a chair in the center, where a famous childrens Author sits.

Wow Gordo way to be descriptive. Now I know why you hired me.

Hey Fuck you. I don't read NORMAL books, let alone kids books. I ain't got a fucking clue who it is. I walk in just as he is finishing an encouraging speech for the kids.

Author: ...And that is why kids, it is important not to fight your friends. Your friends are people you should appreciate and NEVER do anything bad to them. Always remember that kids.

Gordon Fury: That's fucking bullshit!

The entire store turns to look at me at once. Oops. Oh well, I'll just go with it. I walk through the kids to the middle of the room, and stand right in front of the author's face.

Gordon Fury: Kids this guy is lying to your faces. In a perfect world yes, you can always count on your friends and you never have to fight them or hurt them and everything is awesome. New flash you kids, this isn't a fucking perfect world!

Some of the kids start to cry, while others look like they has seen the reemergence of Jesus Christ.

Gordon Fury: In the REAL world, you have to make tough decisions. You have to say and do things that aren't considered “good”, you have to fight people that you consider your friend, because at the end of the day, you have to do what you have to do. Wishing things were different and sugar coating it does NOTHING. Wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which one gets filled first. See kids I have a story of my own.

The crying kids are quickly evacuated by their parents, while the other kids fight their parents to stay.

Gordon Fury: My great grandad fought in World War one. Now in this war he had a choice. Kill or be killed. That's what wars generally come down to. He had that choice every second he was alive in those trenches. Now what my great grandad did was make himself a friend. It just so happens, this friend was fighting for the other side. They wrote to each other almost every day, and after a few days he was closer with this guy than most of the people he shared the trenches with. So one day a skirmish breaks out, and my great grandad happens to meet face to face with this guy, and he lowers his gun. He hesitated because they were friends. You know what the other guy did kids? He shot my great grandad square in the fucking face.

At this point, police sirens are heard outside on the street.

Gordon Fury: Now of course it sucks that he died, but do I blame the guy that shot him? No I don't. Despite being his friend, this man knew what he had to do. He did what was necessary to survive and make it through another day. My grandad was NOT able to do that, and his hesitation cost him his life. The point is kids, that no matter how much you feel a connection of any kind to someone, there will come a time where you have to make a choice to do what must be done. You don't have to like it, but if you hesitate or refuse, it could cost you everything. However, like my great grandad, this week I am also forced into a war, into a match that never would have been booked if not for the last ditch attempt to fuck with me from a sad, pathetic, FORMER Chairman of the Board. You know Corey Casey, I would say it's a shame to see you go, but that would be a lie, and I don't spin bullshit like you do.

Gordon looks dead in the camera after his “brilliant” segway. It's promo time mother fuckers.

Gordon Fury: From day one of stepping into this company you have it out for me Corey. You wanted to control me, and when that didn't work, you wanted to destroy me. You wrote me off as nothing more than an annoyance, never recognized me for the threat I truly am, because your massive ego REFUSED to let you see the truth. And now I am in the main event, a fingertips length away from the world title, and you are getting ready to take your place in the back of the unemployment line. Funny how these things work out huh? Now I will get the devil his due, when it came to running the company and getting new talent, you did your job, and IWF has grown, despite your efforts to destroy it. Despite the fact that you are a bitter, jealous, crippled man who just can't accept his time is over, IWF has STILL managed to grow. I can't wait to see what happens now that you are finally out of the picture.

Your time IS over Corey Casey. Your Empire, your stranglehold on IWF, your abuse of power have ALL come to an end, and it has been a LONG time coming. For a long time The Insurgency has been in need of a change, something to take the company from being one of the best feds out there, to THE MOTHER FUCKING BEST wrestling federation of ALL TIME! The time for change is now. IWF is on the cusp of a new era, an era where people get what they deserve instead of being handed shit because they give good head. Ain't that right Remi?

BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNN!

Gordon Fury: This an era where, with the weed finally pulled out of the garden, the plants that weed has kept down this entire time can finally grow the way they deserve to.

A garden metaphor Gordo? Really?

It fits in nicely with what I am talking about, shut the fuck up.

Gordon Fury: This will be an era of opportunity, where people who DESERVE to advance in the company will, where skill in that ring and skill on the mic determine how good someone is, not backstage politics on who someone in a suit wants in a power position. Some people have said that while Corey Casey is a dick, he is the reason IWF is successful, and it will fail without him. To those people, I say jump off a fucking cliff. Corey Casey is NOT the Insurgency. The Insurgency is it's own entity, given strength but not only the people in the lock room and backstage, but every single member that tunes in every week. One man leaving, even one with as much power as Corey Casey had, does not affect the Insurgency in the long run. That is what hurts you the most isn't it Corey. The fact that no matter what you did here, once you walk out of the building on Battlegrounds, people will slowly forget you. Week by week, more and more people will not care who Corey Casey was. The only legacy Corey Casey will leave, is the legacy of a man who could never truly succeed at ANYTHING he did, and his failures stacked so high that he got fired by his own board. You are a FAILURE Corey Casey, and know the entire world knows. You think you are getting in my mind this week by making this match as one last “fuck you” to me? What you don't understand is that I know how this all works Corey. I know that there comes a point where you have to do what must be done. That's just how it is.

The parents manage to get control of their kids and makes their way out, but the stampeding parents and the huge ass line makes it difficult for the police to get through.

Gordon Fury: And that is exactly how it has to be this Monday Blyss. I have to do what must be done. You promised me this week that whatever happens in our match, nothing will change. I really hope you stick to your promise, Blyss, because as I told you, I can't be 100% responsible for my actions once that bell rings. The Gordon you know is replaced with someone different when that bell rings, and that Gordon is not going to stop until he wins. I NEED this win Blyss, like you can't begin to imagine. Don't get me wrong, I know how much being a champion means to you Blyss. I understand the fact you want to stay a strong champion and defend your title, knocking back anyone and everyone. You know I understand more than anyone. But this match means more to me than you can ever know. You see while I have stepped up a level, one again I find myself at the bottom rung of the ladder. I earned my spot here when I dominated Remington in record time, but I have to keep momentum. I am so close to the world title, to the top of the mountain, I can almost taste it. I have shattered the glass ceiling, but you are trying to stop me from crawling through the broken glass Blyss. I can't let that happen. I WON'T let that happen. I have worked hard for too long to let myself fall back down the mountain now. You think you know the levels I will go Blyss, but you honestly don't. I honestly don't. In that ring I am COMPLETELY unpredictable, even to myself.

Gordon shoos the author out of the chair as he just shares at Gordon, at a complete loss.

Gordon Fury: But it's not just the fact I want this more Blyss. The biggest weakness you have in this match Blyss, ironically enough, is how close we are. I don't need to play mind games, to get into your head, because you let me in. You have given me access to all of your mental preparations and thought proccesses. We have even gone over game-plans for you together. On top of that, I fucking TRAIN YOU in your primary fighting style! Every move you use in that ring I either taught you or helped you improve on. The fact is Blyss inside the ring, no matter how hard you fight, no matter how much you want this, the fact is that I have a counter for EVERY knee you throw, every hit you land, EVERYTHING you do. Now you could argue the same, but you would be wrong. You may knows bits and pieces of what goes on in my mind Blyss, but as I said before, this isn't who you will be fighting. I am a machine that runs purely on instinct, adapting to every situation. I while I have taught you most things you know, I have not nearly begun to show you everything I am capable of. I have not begun to show you the lengths I will go. I am not proud of it Blyss, but I RETIRED Jaci Sovereign because the animal in me was willing to do what it took to win. My question is Blyss, are you?

You know about my brain condition, and you know every shot to the head I take could potentially make things worse. Much worse. What if you can't put me away without headshots? Are you willing to slam me with the BKO? Twice? More? Are you willing to end my career or even my LIFE to win this match this? Because if you aren't, those restrictions are going to catch up to you, and the match will come to a point where the winner is decided to who is willing to do the most to win. And I guaran-fucking-tee it is going to be me.

Gordon stands back and takes a few steps towards the camera as the police push their way almost to the front of the line.

Gordon Fury: Blyss, I still care for you, you know that, and you know I respect you as a competitor as well, but I am an honest man, and will always tell the absolute truth no matter what. I owe it to you, and I owe it to myself. I never never hold back in my words, or in my actions. Blyss I am not coming into Battlegrounds to fight. I am coming in to WIN. At the end of the day you are someone who is standign in the way of me becoming world champion. And for that Blyss I HAVE to win. I am going to walk into Battlegrounds, and I am going to run you through. I am going to beat you up, and beat you down. I have no doubt I will be taking my fair shots, you are Phoenix Champion after all, but you will have to KILL me to beat me Blyss, because this match is the first match of a new era for Gordon Fury. This match, is my first match as a main eventer, and it is time for me to show everyone that this is in noway going to be the last. Blyss, it is time to face the fury...

...Mate.

Shit Gordo, the cops are free!

Cop: Stop right there!

Gordon Fury: OH FUCK!

Gordon runs to the other side of the room and busts out through the emergency exit door as the scene fades to black.

Wednesday
Location: Hotel room in Los Angeles, CA


Blyss is sitting on the bed, hunched over with one leg tucked under the other that dangles over the edge. She bites her lower lip as she reads a text message she received not too long ago. Her opponent next week on BattleGrounds is none other than... Gordon?

Perfect.

She pulls back her hair from her face, frowning. Her eyes scan the words on her iPhone screen again and again. Something feels off about this booking. How does she go from retaining her Phoenix title one week to facing him the next? Is management throwing her into random matches once again? Sighing in exasperation, she throws herself back on the bed. She stares at the ceiling and wonders what else she needs to do to be taken much more seriously by management besides defending her championship twice now. And why of all people does it have to be Gordon? It’s no secret that they’re dating now and this booking just seems like there’s more to it than just a random matchup. What the hell is going on here? She slams a fist on the soft covers and turns to her side, typing out a text message on her phone. She wants to see him now so they can talk about it.

Does it matter what the reason is? You should be grateful! This is your chance to prove that you can be put into a match with just about anybody in the company and win. Gordon’s on his way to the world title scene and you’re nowhere close. If you beat him, think of how well that would go for you?

A loud knock on the door interrupts her thoughts. He’s here. She pulls herself up and walks towards the door before opening it.


She grins. Despite her current state of mind, she’s happy to see him. Gordon is standing on the other side of the door, giving her a warm smile as she open the door.


He kisses her before she steps aside and lets him in. He stand just inside the doorway and looks around the room.


Blyss laughs as she goes to sit on the edge of the bed.


She ties up her hair in a loose knot before looking at him with a slight frown.


Gordon nods in an understanding way.


Gordon takes a seat on the bed next to her.



Blyss smiles sheepishly.


Her face goes back to being serious again.


Gordon looks straight ahead, in thought.




Gordon lowers his head.


Blyss places her hand on his arm and lifts his chin so he'll look at her. A soft smile on her face.


She sighs.



He lowers his head again.


Blyss lets go of him and looks away, crossing her arms.


She turns back to him.


Gordon looks up at her.


He holds her hand with both of his as he turns towards her. He is trying to hide it but there is clear fear in his eyes.


Blyss nods.


She grins.


Gordon lets out a chuckle.


Gordon looks down at the bed they are sitting on and gets a cheeky grin on his face.


Blyss glances at the bed, keeping a straight face.



Blyss shrugs mysteriously, taking off her hair tie.


She moves closer and sits astride him, kissing him.



Gordon lies back on the bed and Blyss shifts her weigh so she is straddling him. He puts a mock thinking face on as he replies.


Blyss raises an eyebrow, looking amused.


She flips her hair and takes off her top, grinning.


Gordon pretends to think again.


Blyss giggles. As she unhooks her bra, she lowers to nuzzle into his neck then slowly takes it off. Her lips trace upwards to his right ear and she whispers.


Gordon turns his head towards Blyss, their lips merely inches from each other. He whispers back.


Blyss smiles as she looks him in the eyes. Teasingly, she pushes herself against him.



Without warning, he bucks his hips and flips her onto her back before pulling his shirt off.  He grins at her before lowering his head to hers, playfully nibbling her ear before slowly kissing his way down her neck. He gets to her collar bone, then stops, whispering again.



Blyss tilts her head slightly and bites her lower lip, playfully tugging at the waistband of his pants. Gordon looks down at Blyss's hand before looking back up at her.


With that, Gordon kisses Blyss as they fight to get Gordon's pants off.

So don't let it be
Before tomorrow comes, before you turn away
Take the hand in me before tomorrow comes
You can change everything

Friday
Location: Gym in Los Angeles, California


Blyss has just started on the barbell single leg squat and next to her is her sister Kenzie. It’s been a long while since they have hung out together due to their busy careers. Even calling and texting haven’t been as frequent but LA is where Kenzie is now and today they finally get to meet up.

The truth is Blyss hasn’t been contacting her family much lately. For some reason, she dodges calls and replies texts with very few words. To say she’s avoiding them, it isn’t really. She just doesn’t know why and pushes the blame to always being on the road. At least her family is doing okay from what she can tell and that’s enough.. she guesses.

Today however is an exception.


Hearing this, Blyss’ body stiffens.





Blyss turns sharply to look at her sister but the sincere expression on Kenzie’s face immediately makes her feel guilty and less hostile.



Blyss shrugs.





Blyss’ voice is heavy with sarcasm as she proceeds to a couple of squats.



Blyss grips the barbell tighter, doing another squat. Kenzie keeps quiet, knowing fully well the conversation would take a turn like this.


Blyss racks up the barbell in place.




Kenzie reaches out her hand and grips onto Blyss’ arm. This brings old memories of when they were younger and all Blyss did was shut down and avoid proper communication with everyone after their mother’s passing. Blyss flinches.

Your own sister is now trying to sway your focus! Don’t you let her!



Kenzie eyes her younger sister suspiciously, letting go of her arm.


Blyss flinches once again.

You need to be more careful with the things you say! Change the subject.




Blyss stops herself but it’s too late.





Kenzie waits for Blyss to continue but she just picks up the barbell again and does a few more squats.


Blyss keeps silent, keeping pace with her squats.

Promises... They mean absolutely nothing. Why should you keep these promises just because they tell you to? This is not fair. Not fair at all. What do you get in return? Nothing. Remember that.




Another slip of the tongue. Great.

Just stop talking and focus on your training.



Blyss knows there’s more her sister wants to say but ignores it. Kenzie on the other hand is trying to think of ways to keep the conversation going and make it turn more positively, hoping to open her up more. Their day has started out well with a good lunch and some shopping so it has to end well too. Kenzie shifts into a more general topic, at least in her own mind.


Without realizing, Blyss increases her pace in her squats. The grip on the barbell also tightens and her face becomes more serious.



Blyss wishes for her sister to stop talking already.








Don’t answer that. Just shrug it off and say nothing.


Kenzie chuckles in disbelief.

Don’t... tell her...






Dropping a hint there... Subtle but good.



Blyss proceeds to do more squats in a fast reckless fashion without thinking. Kenzie looks hurt by her words but says nothing more.


Ignored, Kenzie hesitantly walks away to one of the exercise bikes. Blyss continues to do squats so fast that when she switches her leg for the next set, she slips. That immediate reaction to keep her balance tenses up her left leg that was injured during her match last Sunday. Kenzie sees this and quickly rushes over to help her but Blyss recoils and waves her off.


Blyss struggles to hop to the bench behind her and sits, wincing in pain. Kenzie looks at her with her eyebrows furrowed together in great concern.



Kenzie hands her a bottle of water. Blyss drinks from it and looks away at the other gym users. Sighing a little, Kenzie finally walks away.

You can take care of yourself. You have always been anyways. Remember that, my dear Blyss.

I curse my worth and every comfort
It blinded me for way too long
Damn it all, I'll make a difference
From now on

Monday
Location: Honda Center in Anaheim, California


Lacing up her boots is Blyss in the women’s locker room. She still has her t-shirt over her wrestling attire as she begins to do some stretches. Her hair is neatly tied up and any loose strands from before have already been pinned to the back. The expression on her face reads calm and focused. Luckily, her left leg feels better today too. As the camera starts rolling, she gives it her full attention with a smile.


She rolls her eyes slightly as she looks away. A smirk appears on her face.


She takes a seat on a chair and turns her focus to the camera. A look of concern shows on her face.


Blyss leans forward, closer to the camera with her hands clasped together.



Blyss blows a kiss to the camera and winks before standing up and walking away. A few steps later, she turns around. Walking backwards, she grins as the camera follows.


With that, she laughs and spins on her heels to turn around and leave. The scene cuts to black as she rounds a corner.

Will I find some kind of conviction
Or will I bid the hero farewell?


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Lyrics are "Before Tomorrow Comes" by Alter Bridge