I smirk when I see him enter the gym, the cameraman bubbling behind him. With a shake to my head I continuing to beat the bag hanging in front of me. Finally he sees me and walks briskly forward.

Tim Bowers: It's good to see you Bliss...

Bliss: Can the pleasantries Bowers. I'm not one of these bubble brained eye-candy brats that need an ego boost. I'm done with all that plastic fake shit....

Bowers: Right... well I guess we can get right to it then...did you have anything particular in mind...did you want to stop and sit.. or...

Bliss: Or you can ask your questions while I work out and be happy with that or you can walk your fat ass out of here and pretend I never called you. Capisce?

He nods and motions to his camera guy to start rolling. I keep hitting the bag.

Tim Bowers: I'm here with the current Sin City Champion, Bliss. Bliss care to talk to us about your upcoming match this Thursday. A Mixed Gender Tag match, you and Drake Hunter vs. Both of your individual opponents at Road to Glory, Ash Soulsfate and Roxi Johnson

Bliss: Like I've always said, I don't play well with others. That goes for in and out of the ring. Occasionally I do find some common ground but I've been told that I don't have friends. I have exes, lovers and enemies. Ash and Roxi are my enemies. Both of them have something to gain from me and I don't like anybody being able to lord anything over my head or have advantages to use against me. Roxi thinks she has the fortitude to take me on and win and Ash... well Ash is holding on to a belt that I very much would like to hold myself one day. That makes them both on my personal hit list.... but that doesn't mean that my reasons end there.

Bowers: Care to enlighten us with some of them?

I peek around the bag into the camera and offer a wide smile.

Bliss: Why certainly Dweebazoid. Let's start with the woman vying for my belt. Roxi. I've always felt that Roxi had some potential. That with the right kind of training and mentorship she could be almost as good as me, I mean NO ONE can be as good as me... to think that anybody was is just plain ridiculous, don't you think? I've come a helluva long way to get to the top. I suppose that people like to forget that I was the holder of the North American belt before Sin City. I retired that belt... me. I beat out everyone else to get the Sin City belt as well. I suppose I also don't have to remind dear old Roxi that I have never lost this belt officially. I got injured. The time it would take for my recovery was too long...I wasn't exactly given a choice. They took it away put it on Rage. ok, fine. Give the old man a little something to make his day before he retired. Yet again. God are you ever going to officially quit or what? Anyway... that being said, when I returned... I beat Drake Hunter for it. I proved that I am the rightful champion.

I take a few more punches at the bag.

Bliss: So although this match at the go home show is not for the title Roxi, it doesn't change the fact that I put 110% into every single match I do. Yeah, we partnered there week before last and we did win. AOA got an advantage over both of us, so before you bring up that I got clobbered with a chair by Kuk Killswitch, just remember that you did too. The fact that he again got an advantage over me in an actual match was simply because his buddies came out to distract me. I learned a valuable lesson from that. I will not let myself get distracted in any match going forward. Everything is about learning from your mistakes and my mistake in this instance was ever trusting anybody.

I steady the bag and look in the distance with a thoughtful look.

Bliss: Not only is her wanting what's rightfully mine an issue but I also have a great detest for people that pretend to be something they aren't. I'll probably say it a million times before our rivalry is over. She loves when the fans cheer her. Probably has a big fucking head too because of it. Even if she won't admit it, I mean come on. Everyone likes to be liked...it's part of being human, even people like me for example have an ego and pride when your at the top of your game. But let's just get something straight here. Fans do not help you win matches. Plain and simple. For a while there, they cheered me too. In fact they still do sometimes. Don't ask me why. I have no way of knowing why stupidity exists, it just does. Sure it's nice at first, thinking that they love you and that it gives this sport meaning but it actually doesn't. All it does is make this all a big fucking joke. And this sport is anything but a joke. So what if I don't have a million and one twitter followers...I'm not going to cry over if someone doesn't hit the like button on facebook. I'm sure as hell not going to vey for everyone to check out my myspace page either....on top of all of that...I'm not going to put on a pair of spandex, leap off tall buildings and pretend that I'm saving anybody. Why don't you work on saving your dying career Roxi before risking your life for people who don't appreciate it anyway. When I'm finally done with you after Thursday night, after RTG for that matter, that's exactly what's going to happen, the death of the self proclaimed hero. You're not going to win this tag match. But you know what, Gold star for standing up to me. I'm not the bad guy here Roxi. I'm not some super villain you need to break down. I'm a wrestler...maybe if you thought you were a real wrestler too, you might just actually win a title again. Must hurt seeing Jason Xtremely-dull with your belt around his waist. I find it very cute that you think you can save the world. I find it annoying that you think you can just prance around and interfere with peoples lives outside that ring.

I continue to take shots at the bag, they're getting heavier and the bag is making a creaking sound as it sways on the chain.

Bliss: Okay fine, make any excuse you want about following me before, like you think it's your job to check up on me, well let me just enlighten YOU a minute. When people stand in my way, I don't go around them, I don't bow down to them either, I go right through them. I am not some pet project for you to work on. I told you, I will make no concessions for my actions when my belt is on the line. But you went right along and challenge me for a belt you have no hope in hell of winning anyway. Fine. You sure do like to be a glutton for punishment. I have absolutely no qualms in making you feel extreme amounts of pain. Thursday will only be the tip of the bloody iceberg...and I do mean bloody. I will relish taking out some of my anger on you.

Bowers: What about Ash Soulsfate?

Bliss: Ash and I have never met in a ring before. I've watched him and as much as he wants to pretend he doesn't follow me, he's watched me too. I always keep an eye on what I want. And I want that world title...eventually. For now I am content to be the Best Sin City champ this fed has ever known. I believe Ash likes to believe something similar about himself. That's good... it's always best to have confidence. Without it your just another stock wrestler from the middle of nowhere with a generic background. But, if you don't keep your confidence and pride in check, you end up burned. Again, something I have experienced first hand in the last few weeks, hence why I have a realistic view about how this match is going to end up. Ash and Drake are going to be like two bulls. Butting heads, locking horns. Technically speaking my quarrel is not with you good sir, but with your lovely partner for the night....but that doesn't excuse you from my line of site entirely. Like I said, one day I will be in contention for that belt but not today. Today you are simply another thing standing in my way and I don't give a flying fuck who you are. You have beef with Drake...should I give a damn? I guess because we're seeing each other that makes me like every other stupid girl and I should jump to his defence...please... Drake is more than capable of defending himself....just like I don't expect him to come to mine either....but on Thursday we are unlikely allies and neither one of us likes to lose. Call it pride, call it arrogance, fuck call it whatever the hell you like, doesn't change the fact that there is a reason that I am the SC champ. But you know about that don't you Ash? About taking no prisoners and rising to the top? I will give you the a match worthy enough to have you seriously considering me a contender. I won't be like these other talentless bitches you've faced. I AM actually a challenge....although I'm sure you'll take every word I've spoken here and pick it apart and examine it with your quibbling sarcastic tone and magnifying glass. Try and make me look just as big a fool as every one else you've faced. Actually I'd like to see you come up with something more original than your predecessors have come up with. Seriously if one more person spends half a promo commenting about my extracurriculars I'm going to scream. There are other things you could TRY and insult me with for god's sake.

Bowers: You have no worries about facing the world champ? Really?

Bliss: He may have beaten Kuk. He may have beaten Johnny Clash. Heck he's probably beaten almost every member of the roster....but he's never beaten me. I'm sure that he's been dying to add my name to the growing list of people he's steamrolled over. To me he'll always be that guy that was hesitate to take a contract here, who started in the lower ranks. Who you've beaten makes no difference to me. Everyone has good days and everyone has bad days. Even me. So if you catch a good wrestler on a bad day you get a win. I don't intend to have a bad day on Thursday Ash. I don't care if you rant at me for being a slut. I don't care if you go through my life history and incorrectly point out things about me. I don't even care if you somehow find my medical records and make candid remarks about how I almost ended my own life by accident. Go ahead. Give it your best shot. Get your girlfriend to dress in a blonde wig and pretend to be me, sitting in a bathroom, cutting herself. Don't forget the realism though. Blood has this way of flowing that gory horror movies just don't seem to get quite right. tell me Ash, have you ever faced death straight on in the face and told it to go fuck itself? I have. I am not your ordinary fluffy pink princess. I don't need to giggle, skip around, flash my un-used virtue or pretend to be naive to get noticed. Theatrics is not my game. I am a bonafide competitor and just because I lack a certain piece of extruding flesh doesn't make me an less able to kick your sorry ass up and down that ring and back. I couldn't give a shit if you win or lose at RTG. All the power to you...not that you need my well wishes to do your best...I only hope that you bring your best when your in there staring me down cuz I sure as shit will. I know, it's not a title match, it's not a #1 contender match either but one day when you're standing in that ring again with me, it's not going to be any easier than the beat you down I will give you on Thursday.

I start to kick the bag now, the bag swinging even more violently back and forth. Sweat is starting to form on my forehead.

Bliss: I do not take any opponent I face as any less of a threat then the next. I believe that every person on earth gets a lucky break every once in a while and I will not let my opinion of someone cloud my judgment when it comes to my career. I will not let anybody have their lucky shot on me again. I have sweat blood for this sport time and time again...why?

Bowers: Well obviously not for fan support...

Bliss: Haha smart mouth. Shut it before I do it for you. No, I do it because my first love has always been wrestling. Everyone knows that I grew up with this. I watched it, witnessed it, stood at ringside and watched others do what I longed to do. Finally... my eldest brother let me use my hard earned skills by letting me come with him to ICW. It's only further risen since then....and although Jeremy and I are not the closet anymore, he understands my feelings for wrestling and the power it gives me when I see someone defeated at my hands. It truly is like being royalty when you hold a belt. Not just here but in any fed.

The bag is really swinging now. So much that the camera guy has had to back up a little to prevent being hit by it.

Bowers: That's saying a lot...considering how many lovers you've had here...

He snickers a little and I stop to stare at him, my hand automatically going to my left wrist.

Bliss: Let me ask you something Bowers...have you ever actually gotten in a ring and fought someone?

He shakes his head.

Bowers: Well there was this one time in college...

I cut him off.

Bliss: Let me stop you right there...I don't wanna hear about your experimentation with guys in college...that's not wrestling...that's...something else...

He scowls.

Bliss: So no.. you've never been a wrestler. You have no idea the adrenaline rush that comes from facing someone and knowing your allowed to beat the fucking shit out of them and have no repercussions. This anger inside me, it's just continued to grow and grow until it got way too big for this little body and it expanded into more. Expanded with my fist coming right into the face of some 20 year old snot that thought he was better than me... a grocery store manager no less. It's only further escalated from there. Many, Many people have tried to reign me in. Keep me locked up with a muzzle and collar. Tell me where to go, what to say, what to do...well I'm tired of that bullshit drama. I will not be kept on mute any longer....so if you thought I was bad before, buddy you ain't seen nothing yet. And for the record, before anybody calls me a bitch just know that I've known this for a long time so you ain't telling me anything new. I deliberately used a muzzle and collar reference because of that.

I give the bag one last heavy kick and the bag swings so heavily that it pulls on the ceiling and it comes down. Drywall dust fills the air and Bowers and the cameraman start coughing. Once the air clears I look up at the destruction that I've caused and smile widely.

The owner of the gym comes rushing over, looking flustered and upset. He looks at me flabbergasted.

Owner: You did this? You?

I sigh. Here was a perfect example of underestimation.

Bliss: That's right. Must be shitty plaster work right? Because there's no way a little girl like me could make that thing swing so hard that it busts right through the ceiling right? Well I have witnesses here that can show that I did do this and if you're going to whine about it forward me the bill to fix it. I don't' really care. I've made my point.

I start to walk away. Bowers and the cameraman follow behind me.

Bowers: Bliss...aren't you going to give us any closing statements...you know about the match and about Road to Glory?

I stop, smile before turning.

Bliss: All anybody needs to know is that, that bag that I just smashed...well that's just a small representation of what I plan to do now that the cage is broken wide open. This bitch is completely loose and has no remorse. I don't care what it takes or who I have to mow down in the process....I will stay sin city champ in two weeks, I will win with Drake as my partner this week. No obstacle is too big for me....and lets just say that Roxi Johnson and Ash Soulsfate are tiny obstacles to me once my mind is made up. Here's your warning guys...consider yourself served and put on notice cuz the original Goddess, well she's ready to take her rightful place.

I walk away to hear Bowers muttering to himself

Bowers: Rightful place? What the hell does that mean?

I'd made some decisions today. Some would call me crazy...some would say I was a freaking psychopath and you know what, that's fine. Let them be scared. Let them be terrified. I liked it better that way. I knew where the power was and I was tired of just looking at it.

I wanted to feel it and after RTG everyone would know just how I intended to do it.