The scene opens up in a darkened room except for a chair that has a dimmed spot light on it. In the chair is a figure, leaning forward with their elbows on their knees, hands clasped in front of them, with a dark hoodie over their head. Their identity is unknown until she speaks.

Bliss: In my days in the wrestling world, I've been called many things. A whore, a slut, a spoiled rich kid even been referred to as 'someone's sister' instead of what I truly am. And that's a champion. I've always been a champion even before I stepped foot in a ring. Gymnastics, Cheerleading, Soccer, even grades in school.

She shifts a little, showing her left hand where a tattoo of a Star with a vine is seen.

Bliss: I'll tell you what I'm not. I'm not to be trifled with. I'm not a push over. I'm not to be taken lightly. Going to battle with me can bring about serious consequences. In the past I've let things like anger, jealousy, emotions rule my actions. I've gone into battle with out a real plan and I've been pushed down in the mud and stomped on. Now it's time for me to put mud in the eyes of other people.

She leans back in the chair, the light catches a bit of her face, showing her lips and chin in the dimmed light, the audience can now see her lips moving as she speaks.

Bliss: I take every single match I go into seriously, even if the person I'm facing is a joke. 'Kandi' Washington is one such match. This woman, came in with guns blaring. Claiming to be the queen of MPW, bringing with her a group of cave men and money sucking media. Let me be the first to un-welcome you, your majesty...

The last comment is dripping with sarcasm. Her lips curl into a smile that can only be described as evil.

Bliss: So many people have come and gone from this company. All claiming to be the 'next big thing' or the show stopper. Heck one even took a bath in blood to see what kind of rise it would get out of me. Unfortunately these kinds of people, they learn that fearing the Goddess is a wise decision. If you know anything about Greek mythology, a goddess was a woman that was born from other gods. Having beauty and strength. The ability to do something magnificent with that power and bring happiness to her people, and best of all, people feared them. Well honey, I really don't give a shit about my 'people' but I will do something truly spectacular and you know what that is... yes you guessed it, I'm going to show you just why you should be running scared. I didn't just 'blow' my way to the top. I earned it. I fought those bottom feeding, blood sucking maggots to get this shot. I stepped on whoever I had to.

She shifts and brings one foot up to the chair seat and rests her arm around her knee, her lips still visible.

Bliss: I came back getting fan approval. They didn't remember who I used to be. They didn't remember how I did whatever I had to, including cheating to get to the top. All they cared about was the little blonde with the hot head and the fabulous booty who was coming back after some slut on a power trip took her out for 6 weeks. They don't remember the people I turned my back on. The lives I'd helped to destroy. And that... is truly disgusting.

Bliss: I'm tired of pandering to the millions of mindless drones watching every week. I don't want to be given cheers or have dolls made up to look like me. I'm not anybody's puppet any longer. I am the Sin City Champion and this belt...

She reaches behind her and pulls it off the back of the chair. The light catches off the platinum colour on the face of it, also catching Bliss' name engraved on the front. She looks down at it, a smile curving her lips.

Bliss: This belt is mine and no one is going to be able to take that away from me. Not again. So now... more about you Miss 'Dominant Female'. You call yourself the first lady of MPW...well I may be Canadian but I do know that in order to be 'First lady' you have to be married to the president....so that being said... Where is your president? Well technically speaking there are two men in this federation that could be considered that depending on your outlook. There's Ash Soulsfate, newly crowned World Heavy weight champion and then there's are intern General Manager, Johnny Clash. And I was pretty sure that both of them are married or pretty much married.

She pulls out a piece of paper from the front pocket of the hoodie.

Bliss: But I want to help you out... call it a friendly gesture on my part. I was really trying to think of a few new nicknames for you since obviously the ones you have listed on there don't really apply here. So here we go:

She clears her throat, making it seem as though she really had thought long and hard about the choices.

Bliss: Well we've got, Miss Donkey face. I like that one personally. It really provides us all with a great insight to not only your personality but your looks as well. There's also, Miss Stuffs-Her-Bra. That might work you know but if you ever decided to remove those socks from your chest we'd have a problem. Let's see next is.... right... then there's Miss Living off Daddy's Money. That's more realistic I think. See I can relate a little to this only to the fact that people also were convinced that I was some spoiled rich kid because my Dad was a former Olympic Wrestler....but truth be told, not only did my Dad wisely invest his money, we had to earn every single penny he gave us and we didn't live in some mansion. It's obvious with how you walk around this place with your nose all high in the air that you think that having money makes you superior. Sorry that shit don't fly with anybody in these parts. As much as I don't want to admit it, everybody in this fed has earned their pay checks week to week, not been given some handout on a silver platter like some handbag toy Chihuahua. So here's some advice Paris Hilton.... You actually need real wrestling skills to make it here, not some other behind the scenes work that's been previously made famous by Jenna Jamison, funnily enough... you bare a striking resemblance.

She is still smiling slightly and she folds the paper and puts it back in her pocket.

Bliss: So next as part of my un-welcome agenda, lets address this entourage of yours. You choose to walk around here with a group of your own staff including two 'bodyguards'

She lifts her hands to use the quote fingers.

Bliss: A personal Lawyer, an assistant and your own interviewer. hmmm, Interesting. Now tell me, why would someone who claims to be this all powerful female wrestler need 2 bodyguards, a lawyer, a interviewer and an assistant... wow this sounds like a priest, a rabbi and a monk walk into a bar joke. Could it be because your not able to fight your own battles? Do you get that she-male to come down and finish your jobs for you while the ref is conveniently admiring your little tart of a reporter friend? or do you play coy with the ref, distracting him yourself while one of your cronies takes a few illegal shots with a chair or sledgehammer?

She shakes her head, the smirk still there.

Bliss: Don't' act so surprised that I know these little tricks. You don't think I know all about dirty shots and surprise attacks? Not only have I done them sweetheart, I wrote the fucking book. I've been exposed to this business since birth...remember... Olympic medallist as a father... yeah.... I have a feeling that someone one bright day saw you shake your flat ass around and told you that you could wrestle. Went straight to that big empty blonde bubble inside your head doubling as your brain. Your bio says that you've been doing this 12 years. Wow...

Bliss mock claps and shakes her head.

Bliss: Bravo. So if I take a further look, your birthday makes you... oh.. 32. hmmm. You know I knew someone else that was 32 and still wrestling... yeah he retired 2 weeks ago. I don't care if your here 30 years or 15 minutes...I still know that I'll be able to have you screaming for mercy before the bell even has a chance to finish echoing in the ears of all the pathetic losers in the crowd. You know if you were really looking for a good match to retire with. I assure you, I'll give you a great match but it won't be you walking away after. In fact I wouldn't blame you for no-showing. There's no shame in admitting that someone is better than you are.

She smiles another creepy smile.

Bliss: Now to touch back on these groupies of yours. You've got Ice. Really? She looks like She-hulk and she calls herself Ice? She claims that she's an Ice queen. Okay... have you ever seen or read the story about the ice queen? She was supposed to be this beautiful woman who made a bad wish... well... I know what your wish was... not be a woman maybe? or how about not having any skills as a wrestler. You'd probably do a really good job impersonating a man though...since she is one. then we have Drake Knight. Knight... like some guy dressed in armour that rides in on a white horse to save a princess. Laughable. You know what? Maybe he is your knight... you know how he can save you this time? By making sure you don't come out to the ring...because your about to be subjected to the full treatment that the Goddess can subject to her victims.

Bliss puts her knee down and turns to face the camera completely. Her whole face visible, including eye make-up, darker than any she's ever worn before.

Bliss: It's really Ironic that you call two of your moves 'face full of stuff' and 'facial'. I figure it must be because those are two things you experience quite often... go with what you know right? I mean my moves are called redemption is at hand and divine punishment...so you know...

Bliss pulls down the hood, showing that she's pulled her blonde and brown highlighted hair into a pony tail.

Bliss: I had the chance to catch a couple of your past matches via the web and I must say.... not really that impressed....so if that's what 12 years has done for you, I can only imagine how bad you were when you started.

She twists her face into a grimace.

Bliss: I can't help but feel bad for you...you know being lied to for that long... I'm sorry I have to be the one to break the news to you...wait... no I'm not.

She laughs.

Bliss: And what's with the Candy canes? Is that supposed to be a play on your name? And once you put them in your bra, how do you find them again with all that stuffing? It boggles the mind!

The smile is still spread across her face, her eyes lighting the fact that she's lost most of the 'goodness' forced into her during her debut.

Bliss: I could go on and on. I could fill hours of video tape with every little detail of why you are not good enough for MPW and better yet, why your not good enough to face me. Let me just get to the point here. I will win on Thursday. I will make sure that you have a hard time getting up when I put you down. Bitches are only good for two things. Fetching my slippers and breeding. You're not good enough for either.

She moves a little closer to the camera.

Bliss: TNT this week there will be a crushing of spirits, of dreams, hopes, ideals... best of all will be the crushing of you, Kandi. I'm what dreams are made of but in this instance I will be your worst nightmare.

The lights fade out and the scene goes dark