[the scene fades in to see what appears to be a video made with a laptop camera. Bliss' face is in full view, her hair up in a pony tail and a bright smile on her face.]

See I know my place very well... it's on the top of this pyramid. I'm almost there... there are others however that choose to pretend that they got there without earning it. A few names come to mind when I look at our roster but one stands out the most and that's Laura.

Laura... the whiny little bitch that thinks she walks into a place and suddenly owns it. That after talking to someone for a few minutes, suddenly she's the reason they exist or don't exist. That all relevant information begins and ends with her. Well here's a newsflash for you honey... you are nothing.

You wanna try and tell me that you 'made' me. How exactly did you do that I wonder? Because you showed up one day when this company was just starting out with your big girl pants on and told me and Siren that you were quote "watching us" and "impressed" with our skills.... then wouldn't you know it... Siren disappears one day down to the lower ranks and your telling me your going to replace her. How very convenient that is. OH and it gets better... then on the eve of me getting the North American title you turn around and try and tell me how to do my job? And somehow all of this means that you made me. Like you just found me on the street somewhere and decided that I had talent. Please bitch.

No one MADE me. I've been training since I was 16 years old by a man with more skill in his pinkie than you have in that coffiture you try and call a hairstyle.... I was further trained by a woman who as far as I'm concerned never really got a fair shake here.... also with far more skill and talent that you could every hope to have...and now... you wanna to claim my own hard work as yours? nice try.

I think it's funny that you claim that you were getting offers from all these prestigious wrestling feds and yet you decide to come back here? Why? because you can't stand it that someone else has your spotlight. Your hubby decided that your skank ass wasn't good enough anymore and found another equally as skanky ass instead. Now she gets all that attention that was supposed to be on you. To be completely honest I could care less if you or Clash or Biguns or any of you simply fell off the face of the planet... that's how much you mean to me but since I have no choice but to address you.....since Madd Katt thought it fitting to have me destroy you on Thursday. That's Fine... I always fancy myself good at teaching spoiled brats their lessons.

There are a few things that I've learned in my short life and one of them is to never trust anybody completely.... you get burnt... so when you turned on me, I wasn't really that surprised. I don't need a manager, I don't need a partner... and whether you showed up in my locker room those months ago or not I would still be here, holding this belt and being a champion....something sadly, you cannot nor will ever obtain and retain.

And maybe... after I'm done handing you your fat ass, you can grow the fuck up and stop riding on the coattails of people in this fed that actually have accomplished something. I've actually been looking forward to this opportunity to finally slam that ugly little twat face into the turnbuckle, maybe break that fake nose, or pull out all those split ends.

Look you even think of yourself like some kind of super woman riding up on a little crotch rocket, thinking your bad ass.... funny that you got yourself a bike after I did. Can't come up with your own gimmick?

You bore me. You bore the fans with your useless life and I sincerely hope that after I show you want a pathetic waste of space you are, you'll crawl back to that shit hole apartment in NYC and stay there. No one gives a shit about you anymore Laura. You lost your relevance when you left that cheesy dried up whore of an excuse of a husband. Your skills are mediocre at best. You really think you can come out and play with the big girls? Let's see you give it your best shot.

[The scene fades out as Bliss wiggles her fingers at the camera, ending the video]

~*~

Early Morning - November 8

Bliss sat straight up in bed, feeling like she'd just had the worse nightmare ever. At first she didn't know where she was, she looked beside her, seeing her own empty bed and then the sound of 'sweet dreams' came from the bedside table, and she realized that her phone had been the culprit of her waking. Grumbling, she hit the button on her phone and reached for the night side lamp, illuminating the room in an eerier light.

Bliss: Hello?

Male Voice: Yo, this Bliss?

Bliss' eyes narrowed. She didn't recognize the voice and was even more leery of the fact that it was nearly 2am and some stranger was calling her phone.

Bliss: Who's asking?

Male Voice: Reno. You don't know me. Look, ah someone's here, says they need help and gave me your name and number. You should probably get down here toots... I ain't a hospital or a hostel.

Bliss: Who needs help?

Reno: "Ink the Strip" Tattoo parlour. Just get your cute little ass down here and pick him up.

He hung up. Bliss let out a million curses as she got out of bed, swearing that if it were Justin or Jerry she was going to flip her lid even more. She threw on some clothes, not even caring if they matched and grabbed her keys before heading to the parking lot and her bike.

It took her nearly 30 minutes to find the right place. There were so any variations of "Ink the strip" in Las Vegas but she knew she had the right one when she saw the guy at the counter. His eyes narrowed and he nodded his head.

Reno: Yup... no wonder he wanted you...

Reno was a short, balding man. Mid to late 40ies, his entire torso was covered in tattoos, some of them she knew were not professional ones.

Bliss: Nice ink.

Reno smiled, revealing that along with his outwardly shortcomings he was also missing a few teeth. She tried to hid the look of disgust.

Bliss: So where is this guy?

Reno: Follow me.

He led her through the curtain and the smell of something rotting overwhelmed her nostrils. yeah she was pretty sure she wasn't ever getting work done at this place. Finally he stopped at another curtained off room and rose a hand.

Reno: Back there. Just clean him up and get him out of here.

Bliss: You certainly treat your friends well...

Reno: Listen Girly... I don't really keep friends, they always wind up getting you in trouble...and when he stumbled in here tonight, I knew that was exactly what it was going to bring me. He was barely concisions but he asked for you by name and gave me your number. I close in an hour.

He walked away and Bliss flipped him off behind his retreating back. With a roll of her eyes she turned and moved the curtain aside to walk in, not knowing exactly what to expect on the other side. The room was dim and smelt like cigarettes. At first she didn't recognize the man half lounging on the couch, but as she got closer she realized the bruised and bloody face belonged to Jackson Blaze.

Her steps suddenly got faster and she was kneeling in front of him, trying to see if he was even awake. She noticed a stainless steel bowl of water that was tinged already with blood and a face cloth. Looked like Reno has started to wipe away the mess but got frustrated. She wrung it out before starting to gently wipe away the remaining mess. His hand shot up, grabbing her wrist, firmly at first but then the strength melted away.

Jackson Blaze: Bliss...

He'd barely gotten out her name in a excruciating moan without wincing in pain.

Bliss: Shhh. I don't know what the hell happened to you but I'm here now.... geez you won't be able to ride behind me. I'll have to put you in a cab and follow.

She dropped the cloth in the bowl and moved in to put his arm over her shoulder.

Bliss: Easy does it. I'll take you back to my place. T's taken over yours.

She managed to get him to lean on her enough to get to the front of the store. Reno looked up from a magazine and rolled his eyes.

Bliss: Wanna call a cab for me, he can't ride on my bike like this.

Reno let out a sigh of inconvenience but picked up his phone and dialled.

Bliss: Thanks for nothing by the way.

She helped him out of the store and within minutes a cab pulled up. She opened the door and the Asian descended driver looked panicked at the state of Blaze.

Driver: No no... no trouble...

Bliss: Lighten up. There's no trouble.

She gave him her address

Bliss: Just get him there and I'll give you a big tip at the end. I'm going to be following behind you on my motorcycle okay.

He nodded his head and she shut the door, letting Blaze seep back into unconsciousness. She got on her bike and followed along behind.

After what seemed like hours, she finally had Blaze on her couch. In the light of her apartment it seemed like his injuries were worse then previously imagined. She got the zipper down on the sweatshirt and pulled it off, starting to look him over... really thinking he should be in a hospital. Grabbing a bowl of warm water and a towel she started to wipe away the dirt and blood from his face.

Bliss: What happened to you?

She said this softly, realizing now that all the random reoccurring thoughts she'd been having over the last few weeks were not random at all.... maybe she did actually care about this man...more than she originally thought and despite her feelings for someone else, she knew that whatever had been starting to bloom between her and Jax before he'd been shipped off, it was more real then she could have possibly imagined.