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Tuesday - Night-time -- two days before After Shock

I rewind the scene in my head over and over again, thinking about how much I'd like to stick a pin in those flotation devices attached to Biguns chest and watch her whiz around the room like a party balloon. the bitch's reign over MPW was about to end... one way or another. All I knew was that if Justin won his match, I'd be waiting for her. I wasn't' sure when or how but I was going to make the bitch pay for everything! I may not be the ideal form of a female role model for anyone but I wasn't a hypocrite. I admitted when I did things and never claimed to be something I wasn't.

Biguns didn't care about anyone but herself and it was plainly obvious. What also was plainly obvious was that she didn't care which dirty assholes she had to screw in order to get what she wanted and that was what a slut really was. People like to try and play it up like I sleep around this place... tell me... what evidence is there to back that theory up?

Is it because of the way I dress? Really? Have you see how low Biguns tops go? or her skirts... geez she puts my mini's to shame, only I have a nice enough ass to pull it off where as hers is just old and nasty as fuck. Plus my hood ornaments are 100% real. I saw the porno... there have been some additions made to that frame of hers since that movie was made. No one goes from a B cup to a 'WTF' over night or even in a matter of years.... you'd need some serious hormones for that.... either way... it's fake.

Despite my anger at Biguns sticking her fugly face in my business, I was actually in a good mood.

I'd called Justin, knowing that his new girlfriend was in town and surprisingly I'd got her on the line. she seemed like she had a decent head on her shoulders, even though I'd talked to her for like 5 minutes. A double date... which had actually been Jackson's idea. He seemed unusually happy about my brother having a girl of his own... I don't know what the hell was up with that.... If Justin was happy whoring himself around then so be it, but apparently this girl could match wits with Justin and that was a rarity in the world of women. I think Lexi was out of his league the moment he realized he could do much better... the moment she turned him down for that stupid knuckle head Ryan Stiles.

I was so no looking forward to this match but on the other hand I would get so much pleasure out of taking a couple chunks out of the two of those old motherfuckers. I had a few unsettled bones to pick with the man that thought the not only was god's gift to wrestling but also to women. I may not like Lexi very much but she deserved a helluva lot better than him, and she sure as hell didn't deserve what he'd done to her and Caine recently. I had meant every word of what I'd said to her a couple weeks ago.... although I'd sounded like a good guy, I didn't like his lack of professionalism. The dude wasn't even doing anything to him...whereas when Caine went out there and nearly paralysed him he was bringing up shit he had no business doing. It's not Caine's fault that Rage was a shitty ass husband and even shittier father.

I checked my face in the mirror. perfect as always. Outfit? Well Jackson had said it was semi nice place. I didn't know what the hell that meant....and I had no idea what in my limited 'formal' wardrobe would actually be appropriate for such a place. I may dress like a skank most of the time but I wore what I was comfortable in.... really... if you had a body like mine wouldn't you show it off?

There are only two dresses in my wardrobe... and one of them was a joke. The dress that Kurt had bought me in Ireland. the dress that was now going to goodwill. The very last piece of something he'd given me besides the bracelet that was sitting in a box that Peter had made me in shop class. I knew I should get rid of it but I had a hard time getting rid of pretty things, especially the very pretty belt that sat on my dresser, making me smile every time I looked at it. The belt that would be successfully defended on Thursday night.

I took out the other dress. A black sleeveless that only went a little longer than most of my skirts. It was simple and I supposed that it would do. the shoes to go with it though... I laughed. I always wore stilettos, especially when I was with Jackson.

the other thing that I had done which was so no like me was to put my hair up. I wondered what his reaction would be. I grabbed the troublesome pink purse and locked my door before knocking twice on Jackson's door before entering.

Skeezo was no where to be seen and Jackson was on the balcony with the big guy I'd only really met once before. Terrin. Jackson caught my eye through the glass and I rose my eyebrows at him, leaning against the couch.

The two men came back in and Terrin looked me up and down. he didn't smile. that kind of unnerved me a little.... his dark eyes appeared to have no pupil. He towered over both myself and Jackson but I knew he was probably someone's teddy bear... every guy was once they found the right person.

"How's it going?" I asked, trying to seem non-chalant and cool. I probably sounded like a moron.

"Fine as long as you keep that title."

"Oh I intend to. Rage and Harlow are old washouts that should have never come back in the game. I beat Harlow already and Rage, well I've been dying to tell him how I really feel about him for months."

Terrin looked back at Jackson and I didn't quite know what the look meant but it obviously had something to do with the conversation they'd just shared on the balcony.

"I have some things to take care of. I'll be watching Thursday... all of you. I expect that the reputation of BRC remains in tact. Hopefully Justin also plays his part, title shot or not..."

"Believe me, Justin doesn't care that Jerry is our brother. he'll treat him just like any other numb nuts he faces. smooth and with ease."

Jackson rose an eyebrow at her as if to ask if I were kidding with my uncharacteristic praise of Justin. I wasn't. Sometimes I was actually proud to call him my sibling...it was just most days I felt like kicking him in the balls.

"Well I'm never wrong in my appraisal of talent... I should hope you will continue to show that I made good choices here. I'll talk to you later bro, I have that meeting. Later Sweetheart."

Part of me wanted to be insulted at his refusal to actually call me by my name but on the other hand... he was just as big as Jerry was and I knew what Jerry could do, although he'd never lay a hand on me... I think even if a match were scheduled between the two of us, I think he'd actually let me win. he didn't even look behind him as he left the apartment. I turned back to Jackson but no more talk of BRC or Thursday was in his mind as he closed the distance between us and pulled me into him.

"You look good enough to eat." His cocky grin spreading across his whole face.

"Well thank you and I know where your heading but it took me a couple hours to look this good and we promised to pick up Justin and his girl of the week."

He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"What stupid idiot promised that?" the sarcasm and sudden regret obvious in his voice

"You did..."

"Right." He was still smiling when he let me go and strode into his bedroom to, what I assume was to change quickly.

it didn't take him long and the Black shirt and dress pants he wore made him look like he was a club owner... however I just wanted to get this thing done with. I wasn't looking forward to meeting this girl, even if she did seem to be better than any other one that Justin had tried to pass off as Fischer worthy.

~*~

Bella was not what I expected in the least. She held herself well, joked like no tomorrow and the best part, she was about as much like Electra as I was like Roxie Johnson. she also had no clout about teasing Justin. Well blow me down, she was actually decent and someone I might actually get along with.

"So you're here until Friday?" I asked, taking a bit of the lobster.

"yea well I'm going with you guys to LA and then I'll fly home from there. I was originally going to stay this long but my boss said I don't take time off enough. What do you know... he actually does notice the hours I put in." Bella smiled, looked down at her place and made a disgusted look. "God I'm so full."

"Food here is awesome." I commented. Jackson only smiled my way but both men had actually said very little all night.

"Excuse us ladies." Justin said and indicated to Jackson to follow him. WTF? Did I miss something? last I checked neither of them smoked so what would both of them need to leave for. I watched them with curiosity and Bella reached across the table and touched my hand to get my attention.

"It's something about Jackson's promo or whatever. I wouldn't worry."

I laughed "I always worry a little when those two get a crazy idea in their heads."

Bella chuckled and shrugged. "So I know this is going to sound so cliché but tell me... how do I rate in this world where it's obvious that Electra Stevens used to be God?"

I rolled my eyes. "Well as far as I'm concerned you have way more to offer Justin then she ever did. For one I think I actually like you..."

Bella almost looked like she sighed in relief. Was she really worried about meeting me? Well I guess she had a point. One comment that Biguns had made that kind of rang true was that I wasn't very good at playing well with others, even if she had phrased it differently.

"Good. I like Justin a lot."

"Well that's strange." I said. "most people call him a fairy."

Bella's eyes got dark. "If the saw the side that I did they wouldn't think that. They can jest all they like but one day that man will be a world champion."

"Nice. yes, It's official. your accepted. Sister approved."

She laughed. "Speaking of titles... you're defending yours on Thursday aren't you?"

"yeah. Stupid throw in match. Biguns is so jealous that she should be bleeding green... but I'm not going to let my frustration in her lack of skills as a GM show. I'm just going to go out there and keep my title right where it belongs." "Well you could always take out Harlow before the match... then it would be a one on one...."

I smirked. I could do that, however everyone would be expecting that. I didn't want to get too predictable.

"I could but I really don't think either of them deserve a one on one with me for this belt. I'm sure I'm not the only one steaming over this awful match up. After Newman it was Taufik... who has his little hands grasped around his one title belt and then Bloodhound who should keep dreamin... besides he doesn't even really want a belt, he just has this fantasies about doing things to Roxie and I believe the last on the list is Caine.... he's better than the NA title...." I stop talking before I start saying things that might make it look as though I'm supposedly "Playing" him again.

I offer her a smile.

"But that's another a can of worms that I don't need to get into. I said a long time ago that I wasn't going to talk about Caine anymore. it's old news."

Bella raised her eyebrows and I knew her question before she asked it.

"Don't bother asking about childish stuff like crushes and 'do you like him' shit because I don't know the answer... not exactly. Don't get me wrong, I was never into Caine like that but like him... sure... one of the few decent guys I've met. But like I said...."

I shake myself, trying to remember who I am... who I'm supposed to be. What I promised to Blaze and Terrin upon my joining BRC. I wasn't the good girl Bliss anymore and that meant that friendships with guys like Caine were irrelevant and useless.

"That's neither here nor there because it has absolutely nothing to do with my match. The fact that there are no real contenders for me is just circumstance....I will make sure that I'm the one competing against whoever for the Sin City and I'll take that belt too. I will be the last holder of the North American Title and I'll be damn proud of that."

"you should be." Bella gets a smirk on her face that I can only describe as evil. "Besides you've done far better than Justin already. Can't help but be proud of that. Women don't get enough respect in this business..."

"You sure you don't want to move to Vegas? We could use someone like you..."

She laughed out loud. "Justin already asked."

"Maybe he didn't offer you enough for it..." I raised an eyebrow, knowing full well what I was saying. I wasn't against being with a girl... if the girl was hot enough....

She leaned back in her chair and smirked.

"However, I don't take Justin's seconds. No offence..."

"None taken. I wouldn't want Jackson's seconds either." and with that I had new found respect for little Bella....and maybe a little crush.

"I also heard that your up for superstar of the month..." Bella continued after a few seconds of staring at each other... as if we were appraising and fantasizing about the other.

"Yeah. I laughed my ass of that in Baxter's promo all he could say was that I was a slut and what was it "Well Bliss is.... well she's bliss" what the fuck is that shit. Jackson thought it was pretty stupid too. I will win superstar of the month.... just like I'm going to take almost every single belt this fed has to offer, besides the low ones, and by that I mean that sooner or later I'll be the one holding that world belt."

"Well I think you'll have to go through your brother and boyfriend first"

"Baby steps. I know what I have to do to get there. I won't get too ahead of myself. My focus right now is beating those cronies that should be out playing Baccarat at a retirement home."

"How old is Rage anyway? he was married to Justin's ex wasn't he?"

"Yeah I don't fucking know. Ancient... decrepit.... Electra likes old guys I guess.... gold digger..."

Bella laughed. "You really don't like her, do you?"

"Nope." and that was about as much as I was going to talk about Lexi right now.

"so before the guys come back...." she stops, "they are sure taking their sweet time aren't they?"

I shrug. Whenever it came to Justin and Jackson I never really knew.

"You wanna know what I think about my opponents don't you?"

She smiled. "Your promos have sorta been a guilty pleasure of mine. I've been trying to catch up while Justin has been out."

I smiled. "I suppose it would have been smarter to actually do a promo against both of them but I was thinking about everything and based on what both of them had to say about me... well it's so ridiculous it's actually quite sad to be honest."

"What did Rage say? I saw a promo on there from him but I didn't bother to watch it. I caught glimpses of Harlow but was falling asleep."

"Basically? That I'm trying to prove myself to my father and then he brought up how our slut of a mother left our father and us. Frankly I'm happy she left. She walked all over our father and after she got pregnant with me, she decided she was tired of popping out Fischer kids. He only has half his facts right. Doesn't matter anyway. He wants me to get angry and he just wasn't good enough to do that. Says that the whole reason I started was to try and impress my dad. again, half right. I grew up watching my brothers train while he patted me on the head and called me his precious princess. He dressed me like a boy, did everything else like a boy but wouldn't let me learn like his boys. So I took matters into my own hand and he finally let me train. I don't need to do anything to get his attention. I've had it since I was born. And as for pride? He has pride in whatever any of us do... so with that, Rage doesn't know anything about me or my family. Whatever, his lack of intelligence was completely obvious before he even opened his mouth."

Bella smiled and let me continue.

"Rage doesn't seem to realize that since he started here, he's had no real significant matches against anybody worthwhile and the only way he can get a little attention is to bring up personal stuff about people that obviously can take better care of his castoffs then he could."

I thought about talking about the relationship between him and Lexi bought thought I'd be playing right into his hands... talking about stuff that he wanted me to bring up... so I knew I was better than that.

"Naw, I won't dredge up stuff about his past with Lexi, or the fact that he knows my brothers because that's just repetitive and petty... kind of like him. He hangs out with bottom feeding trash like Johnny Clash. He wants to talk about STDs? Really? And he wishes he had a chance at this.... "

I indicate myself with my hands.

"It's awful funny that he comes over here, spewing toxic sludge from his mouth that's supposed to resemble intelligent match talk when all it sounds like is some horny teenager who can't last more than 10 seconds before wasting his junk in his pants. I know that he used to be a great wrestler... much like Harlow... but really... their glory days have long sense run out. they walk around here trying to live off what they used to have, playing it off like they are the 'true wrestling icons' what? what the fuck does that even mean? Besides that does anyone really care about them anymore? From what I've seen the only ones that came from NYCCW that actually have done anything significant are my brother and Taufik and even Taufik is kind of pushing it."

I smile, both cocky and arrogant that Rage has simply brought up things he thought would push my buttons, only all it's done is given me more fodder back at him.

"Here's what I really think about Rage... i.e. Ryan Stiles... the guy that can't even live up to the mediocre comedian/actor who shares his name. he goes around and accuses other people of trying to make their parent's proud when I really think it's him that's trying to get peoples attention, and failing I might add. The only reason he even has a chance at this title is because Biguns has a hard on for his buddy. He cant' even get a title shot on his own. So he should get out of Clash's back pocket... or off his dick... whatever it is... and try and prove that he's still even half as good as he was back in his glory days. Sure I'll admit it. I watched him, I watched Harlow too and frankly they were good back then but now it's time to move aside and let the bigger and better guys have a play in the field. I heard they opened a new bingo hall not far from here... he might even score with a GILF."

Bella looks pleased at my reaction.

"As for Harlow. Jesus Christ that guy has cobwebs hanging off him he's so old. I should put him out on my balcony and call him a Halloween decoration. He's stiff and I was kind of afraid that he'd break a hip out there. He thinks that his disappointment in me that I didn't give him a fair match is going to phase me.... what the hell? Is everyone taking crazy pills? When have a I ever given anybody a so called Fair match?"

A couple at another table look over, their eyes wide at the steady rise in the tempo and volume of my voice.

"Duh... can you be any more oblivious or is your Alzheimer's catching up with you? didn't you see my title winning match? Have you even seen any of my matches? I play to win buddy and I don't care if you are a 'legend' around here. When I see something I want, I take it. I don't play well with others and I think that's plainly obvious. Boo hoo, your buddy got a beat down by Rage. Have you noticed that the only way Rage seems to win anything is if he attacks someone outside of an actual match? There's a reason for that. Rage is so insecure that he fears what someone might actually do to him.... and going back to Harlow... He thinks going against me as his first match was an honour? Should I be honoured by that statement? Does that mean I should bow down and kiss his fucking feet? God no. the only feet being kissed will be mine. I am a GODDESS... you know what that means, that means that I'm the only god around here worth being worshiped and when I keep that title on Thursday I will be worshiped."

Suddenly the restaurant all start a slow 80's style clap. A few even get to their feet. A waitress comes over and hands me her book that she writes down orders in and asks me for my autograph. Bella remains sitting, looking just as cocky as I had a few minutes before.

"I think you've just gained a few more fans Blissy." She replied and countless people asked for my autograph. I didn't want fans but it seems that I had no choice. My rant had only made me that much more popular.

"When's the pay-per-view?" one man asked, standing beside Bella.

"Thursday. make sure to watch. You will see not only the North American Champion continue to hold reign but you're also seeing the next superstar. Remember her name... The Goddess Bliss." Bella said and I was caught up in the constant flow of people asking me questions. that's when the guys made there way back into the room, Jackson looking amused and Justin confused.

This was it, this was proof that those two old geezers were not going to lay a hand on my belt. I was going to be the one facing who ever held the Sin City and I'd hold reign over that belt too. I was unstoppable, I was unbeatable and I was... if I do say so myself, delectable.