[Bliss is lounging slightly on a leather couch, she's wearing her black hoodie over her wrestling gear, obviously showing that she's just finished for the night]

Bliss: I always look forward to seeing the promo's my opponents release on me. For a number of reasons.

One, well it's always interesting to see what they can come up with. I love the determination and force behind their words. How they think that I will be the one they secure a victory over.

And secondly...I love when people are absolute hypocrites.

Roxi, you are the biggest piece of shit hypocrite I've ever seen. You go around saying that I'm afraid of you...and better yet that I will never be better than you. When all you seem to talk about in your promo's is how much better you are than people that you've beaten but you fail to mention that you have lost matches. You lost to some assassin way back when that was targeting you relentlessly...didn't think I'd remember did you. And I really truly believe that if he was still around...you would not be the one I was talking to right now. You bring up those people like it matters in this match. Do you see ME bringing up all the people I've left for dead? As if the names of those few people you've beaten somehow make YOU a better person?

You see darling, I am far from hitting my glass ceiling...and I will not stand here and take that pathetic shit from you because you know nothing. I don't know where you get this idea that I'm scared of you. I have faced far better and much stronger...and if your going to be proud of the fact that you win matches against me with weapons, thumb tacks and slicing my forehead open with a piece of glass be my guest. You've only further proven my point.

You are a slave to the corporate image of what this business should be.

Cape or no cape.

You don't really care about this as a competitive sport. You care about what you should wear when you put my belt around your waist. You care about standing in front of a camera on your soapbox and talking about how AoA are just bullies and that you're a victim. Until now you weren't a victim...but now... I'm more than happy to make you a causality of war.

War. You started it....just remember that.

Whoever your source is on your intel on me is giving you false information. You really shouldn't list perception on your list of superhero abilities because you're really not that great at it. You read into my promo's far too much then you should. You wanna watch them and ponder about what's really going on in my head...let me let you in on a little secret...I say exactly what's on my mind. I don't have to make my words have so much meaning that you need to pick them apart for some moment of enlightenment...it's stupid and you end up spending way too much time focused on stuff instead of living life.

I mean I guess I should be flattered that your so obsessed with me that you wanna look at my personal life and pick it apart with a fine tooth comb. You wanna be the great and powerful Roxi Johnson. With absolutely no flaws.

ok...if you wanna think that...sure. I know, since I'm practically perfect but with perfection does come some things that are not quite quality grade but am I stupid enough to list those out in a promo where I talk about how much I'm going to kick your ass and love doing it?

No.

Fuck.

Fact of the matter is, you have no new material on me. You can't help but repeat on and on and on and on for hours about how much I fear you and how much I'm nothing now that I've joined AoA and started dating Drake Hunter. As if a person could really change the fact that I'm a talented wrestler, among other things, and that somehow because I know what I want now, I've got cue cards lined up. Like I said...I don't plan what I say honey.

You know, there's a fine line between love and hate right?

So I wonder if maybe the only reason you 'hate' Drake is because secretly you envy me right now. Just an observation. I know you'll deny it with every fibre of your being and that's fine. You can do whatever the hell you want...what I care about right now is that strap and making damn sure that I beat you so bad that you'll have to be in ICU for weeks instead of a conventional room.

You know what else will be funny is that when I win it back, you'll still talk about how you won it from me once. And that once you won a tag match against me where you let your partner pick up the slack.

What I'm all about goes way beyond just thinking about myself. I think about the greater cause. How in the end, this will benefit everyone.

Isn't that just the greatest of beauty queen speeches?

It's unfortunate that in order to get our view across we have to take such drastic measures. It could have all been so simple, so harmless but no. You and people like you chose to try and rise up against us and then our hands were forced. We have to bring the hammer down.

You don't like that even with our opinions...the hatred we manage to conjure up in people, we're still the most revered stable in this sport. We don't ask for their admiration. We certainly don't encourage it. But that's just the way it's happened...its the way that these marks have been programmed. To like the most relevant thing there is and that is getting back to my point.

Once you lose that title Roxi...you won't be relevant any longer. You starting this little war against us. It's just a pathetic attempt to stay in the lime light because you know...oh you know that everything you've accomplished will just disappear...

"'cuz we're all just dust in the wind..."

Well, you might be...but honey I'm a solid as a rock and I'm not going anywhere.

And of course I want my rematch...are you daft? Just because you didn't want a rematch for your TV title that makes you somehow entitled and better? No...Jesus...there is no room for martyrs here.

And look, I've finally reduced you to calling me names...how sweet...another win in my books.

And just so you know...I'm nobody's fool. Remember a few weeks ago when I told Ash that behind every great man lies an even greater woman? That is no truer than it is now. Yes, I may not be the leader by any account. This wasn't my original vision but parts of this are mine. I've only made the AOA and even greater force because together with Drake's vision and my determination, we've just become that more solidified. My voice matters to him, it matters to Chris and Andre...and even now to Kuk, who I never thought I'd end up respecting as much as I do. but only because those guys...they deserve my respect. Not you.

I've been feeling for a very long time that there are so many things that people take for granted.

I was tired of being accused of sleeping my way to the top. Tired of being seen as just eye candy...so I broke away from Laura and her ideals. I broke away from needing to appeal to the drones that watched each week hoping for me to have a wardrobe malfunction...but unfortunately, as liberated as this world is, when it comes to wrestling, it's still in the stone age. I know I can't fight this battle alone. I found people that shared a similar opinion.

In the beginning I was mad that I had so much in common with Drake. That he seemed to know more about me then I wanted him to know...but what I didn't see was that he saw in me exactly what I needed to be bigger and better than everyone. He showed me that my goody goody ways of trying to take classes and talk pretty words was all just a way to cover up the fact that I was a caged animal, dying to get free of the restraints of a company that was holding me back. Pushing people that didn't deserve it while I had to sit back, smile and nod and just accept it.

I don't want to sit in the stands anymore. I'm not going to be a cheerleader for anybody, especially those that have not worked as long and hard for this as I have.

You choked me out. Good for you. I could care less if you want to parade around and use that as a career highlight....fact of the matter is, I DID NOT TAP! I didn't submit to you. You won by default...and I still got up and beat the shit out of you. Am I angry I didn't find that power before you were handed the belt?...sure I do but well, I intend to make up for lack of judgement.

You want to keep going around thinking that this MPW universe is perfect without us, go right ahead. You'll think that as long as your on top but once you don't put out the same kind of quality material that the corporate figure heads like, you'll be buried just like a lot of other great wrestlers.

And I'll be the one to say...I TOLD YOU SO

Why don't you go back to being what you're good at. A deluded little superhero who tries to fight bad guys instead of coming in here and taking away what means the most to us...the real wrestlers.

There were a lot of big ideas coming out of your lips last week but you know what ended up happening...we taught you a lesson. We taught you what happens when you take on something that is way over your head.

So you say that AJ didn't join your cause...ok that's fair. Frankly I don't give a shit who you get to join your flanks, but he still didn't help you win did he.

Geez...the good guys are so naive. It makes me fucking sick.

I had some really good anger management a couple days ago....crushing that little confident of yours. A piece of concrete. Sad.

I'd like to think I've helped you. Now you can actually go out and make some real friends.

Oh and by the way...if anybody is anybody's play toy...he's mine...and he'll openly admit that.

You want to judge me by the company I keep and pretend that your miss confident. You want to stand with your nose in the air and pretend that every time you take a step it's either me or Drake you grind into the ground...I can't take those sick fantasies away from you but I will tell you that it will be all you have at the end of the day.

"Tramp..." I was hoping for better from you.... hmmm... too bad really.

Here's some food for thought:

Belts and championships are only as good as the people that hold them. When I held the sin City people recognized it. They even liked me... baaahhh stupid drones.... I don't see many people talking about you Roxi except to say that you're facing me. The only reason you're even getting any kind of air time is because of me. It will be sad really that when you lose on Sunday and all of that...just sorta washes away and people will ask...who was that girl? That girl that lost to Bliss?

All you've done Roxi is stuck your fingers in your ears and went "I can't hear you..neener neener neener." You haven't taken real time to address anything I've said because you're to 'arrogant' to see the truth of my words. But not arrogant enough to be in league with us.

You're just giving in to the stereotype that was placed upon my head. Suddenly because I get a boyfriend it means that I'm degraded down to a low card wrestler? Because suddenly my words have some actual meaning behind them. That I have a cause to fight for and just think, if I hadn't of, you wouldn't have a cause either now would you? With out the AOA raining on your pretty little parade you wouldn't have anything to go to war about and that my dear is the whole show.

We've made you. We continue to make you. You play right into the hands of the upstairs guys that say hey...we'll put this chick in there and tell her to fight for it but not really tell her why she's doing it...then another will speak up and say but wait, let's tell her its to fight evil or something along those lines...either way you would have jumped at it. Nodded your pretty little head with the exuberance and excitability of a puppy dog wanting to please it's master.

Your willing to die for this? Are you serious? You really think that your sacrifice will do a lick of good or that you'll get a medal or something? God I've said it before and I'll say it again. You are pathetic. You also need to re-evaluate your life if you're actually that determined that you would fight to the death. You do know that you could just leave if you don't like our control....I wouldn't even hold it against you.

I'm going to give you this final thought.

I will have this win. I am going to pry it from your dirty little fingers and then I'm going to shove it in your face because that's what you should have done...instead you manage to regurgitate my own lines back to me as if that's clever. This isn't even about my belt anymore it's about putting you down like the rabid dog you are...proving finally that I am what I say I am, although I doubt anything I do will make you see me differently.

And you're right...it is a matter of lead, follow or get out of the way but in your case Roxi, I will make an exception. I'm just going to exterminate you like you so desperately want...there is no hope for you so I will put you out of your misery.

Any more questions?

[the image of Bliss suddenly goes black]