Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 15:11:43 GMT -5
So this is it.... this is how the great and powerful people of MPW management choose to punish me for my actions on last Sunday's Reloaded. By putting me up against the leader of this resistance. I bet they believe that this Roxi Johnson will be able to quench my raging appetite for destruction and chaos. That this superhero with no cape is going to save the fans of MPW from my reign of terror.
{She laughs as the darkness of the film is suddenly illuminated. they are in what appears to be some kinds of abandoned hospital. the only light is actually the one on the front of the production quality camera the man behind it is using. Laila is sitting on a dirty and disgusting looking operating table. Behind her on the wall are various rusted surgical instruments of various sizes and types. The tiles, once pristine and white are now covered with years of grime}
This is not a punishment... oh no, this is a reward. Instead of putting me against my next victim, Chrissy Starr, they have sacrificed their leader in her stead. Poor, Poor Roxi. Recently you had your wings clipped didn't you? You are only half the woman you used to be. When will you come to realize that The Resistance is nothing but a hapless fantasy, much like your thoughts of ever saving anyone in this company or the useless sacks of garbage that sit in the audience every week. You may be a former Sin City champion... you may also be the longest reigning TV champion or whatever but you will also be the leader of the shortest running stable in MPW.
{She picks something up from a dirty table beside the bed and examines it. The camera is able to pick up that it's a rusty and broken scalpel. It's blade is broken and has a jagged edge not suitable for any kinds of operation now. she starts to twirl it on the palm of her hand}
You see my dear. I don't care one way or another what happens to The Resistance....I care only for the useless people that choose to follow it's ways like some pathetic cult. You are no better than any other peddler of religion. With your false idols and hopeless causes. Preaching to be able to provide a better way of life to the masses. It's all pretty much futile. No matter how much you talk about life, causes like yours always lead to one thing...death.
{she's pushing the scalpel so hard that blood starts to well in the middle of her palm, but she continues to look at only the camera with determination on her face}
I have continued to prove myself worthy of being the angel of death around here. First when I took out that pathetic 5th avenue tramp and second when I proved that the words of the little butch lesbian were nothing but ridden with fear.
{She smirks}
But before I continue, while I'm on the subject of little miss butch I will speak, only once more about this waste of space in MPW. I do not know why they went fishing for you Aeryn Ashfield but they should have thrown you back the moment they caught you. I know how you are feeling right now. Shame. Regret. Mostly for underestimating my power. For lying to your precious fans about how you were going to get a victory over me.
{she chuckles with a shake to her head}
As I've said countless times Ms. Ashfield... fear is not something you should run from. Embrace it and you will be all the better for it. It's not weak to admit that you are scared of me. People often want to put down that which they are scared off...and that is the horrendous mistake of men. It's why lynch mobs were formed. Why people perform genocide. It's why people that practised Paganism, were burned as heretics and witches. It's why Genocide exists.
{She clicks her tongue and shakes her head}
Fear. Unfortunately it runs through everyone's veins including mine. The difference is that it's how you choose to deal with it. Your solution is to come after me...and now... there is a fire in your eyes that did not exist last week. You want to thank me for bringing back your desire to fight but I must ask, why did it take getting your ass kicked to have you regain that? Shouldn't that have already existed when you signed your MPW contract? It should not have been me that pushed you to be an actual wrestler when you have been claiming to be that. Funny enough... I haven't even been a wrestler that long. I started training in December and I used my cunning and extraordinary acting ability to fool every. Single. One of you witless morons into thinking I was still sweet little Camilla. Fools.
{She offers a half smile bordering on what people might consider insane}
Now, I know what your thinking... I talk about genocide with disgust but in reality, me taking out the pretenders in MPW is really not all that different than a form of genocide.... the difference here... I am not doing it out of fearing these people, I am doing it as a mercy to the person I break down and to the fans that sit, helpless and enthralled every week. Saving them from the horror of a liar in a spandex uniform. However, to be completely honest... I'm not saving them because I like them. I'm just growing tired of seeing it.
{She give s a curt laugh}
I'm a selfish person and rightfully so. So now before I got sidetracked, I was saying that I was starting to set my sights on ridding MPW of the waste that is Chrissy Starr. A woman that gave up a title... a good man... for what? To be the whore of another man who's career is just as dead as that man you killed Roxi? She is all that is wrong with this sport. All that is wrong with the world but so, I must put her destruction on the back burner so that I can eliminate the source of the problem, which will only make it far to easy to quickly fumigate the rest of the company. Rodents.
{The blood is now starting to drip down off her wrist and onto the floor. The sound of it hitting is echoing through the empty hospital}
All you disciples are, are little followers with no thoughts or ideas of your own . Holding on to any shred of light you think will pull you through. The Resistance is hanging on to a cliff and it's grip is starting to fail. You have no real vision. Your goal is too vague to succeed...and in essence your ultimate goal is to rid the MPW universe of the group who call themselves Iconic Aggression. But I wonder... you automatically attack whichever group is standing out. I believe your last stint in MPW you were aggressively attacking another group called Age of Arrogance. You claim that their vision was well... to put it bluntly... crazy. That no one would follow and agree to it's vision but yet it accumulated five members. Sure it did fade away on it's own accord but not by your hand. No... it's destruction came from within it's ranks, but for a time, there was no stopping it.
{Laila looks at her hand and lets out a slightly insane sounding giggle}
And now... it irks you to see another group standing in the dust of the old one and doing better than it by leaps and bounds.... I sense that deep down, you envy the members of the group. You envy the power that they have and the fact that most of the gold that represents MPW's best is held by them. Brandon Nytrus holds the sin City championship... for the moment... but I suspect it will not be long before his reign is just as broken as other people that have gone up against IA and lost. You see... your efforts were for nothing. Your fight was lost and you ran like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. I suppose that If I were in your position my 'fight or flight' reflex would also drive me to run away...if I were as weak as you are.
{She hops off the table and starts to walk around. Various older looking instruments are seen all in various stages of decay}
Its easy to put up a front of being strong while inside your body screams in fear. I dealt with it. For months I was forced to wonder what Taufik was going to do next. Wondering when he'd finally snap completely and I would be destined to meet my maker but as I sat and contemplated my impending death, I also started to realize that I was better than what I was making myself. That I deserved much better. I got out. At the time I was still the same sweet girl that looked at the world through rose coloured glasses. Giving everyone the benefit of the doubt...then it dawned on me. I couldn't trust anyone. Everyone was out to play for their own benefit and fuck Camilla....so.... I got off the grid. I found someone to train me. I prayed to a god that slowly, day by day, I realized had abandoned me and I soon came to the realization that if I was going to get anywhere in this world, I needed to trust only one person. Myself.
{She walks out of the room into a hallway where the floor is littered in debris. There is a brief light from glassless windows indicating that it's either sunset or sunrise. She runs her fingers, smeared in blood along the walls with a crazy smile on her face}
So let me tell you in a cliff notes version what will happen this week Roxi. We're both coming out. You'll get some good moves in because frankly I can admit that you have the skills and I can't say that you won't get a punch or kick in edgewise, it's unrealistic. bit then... after your done with your theatrical display... just like all the rest... I will destroy you. I will leave you in the fetal position in the middle of that ring an I will glory in the beginning of the complete annihilation of The Resistance. Oh I know I said I didn't care about The Resistance... I really don't....but there are many in the company that plain just don't like them or anybody in the group for that matter. My words... well they are the true words to live by. Ones that will give real hope to the masses. Martyrs are so last season. They don't like you stirring the pot. I am a creature of mutual benefit. I get to take out the bitches that have entitlement they don't deserve and with it comes the head nods from the good men of IA. I know that I do have to chose a side in this war. Neutral parties only get shot upon and declared a causally of friendly fire. I am not Canada. I am not here to keep any kind of peace. I'm out to be on the winning side and right now...hmmm... that's not you sweetie.
{There's a loud bang. It doesn't even phase Laila but the cameraman jumps. Laila starts laughing hysterically}
You're going to point out the relevance of me being in an abandoned hospital. Well I guess it starts here because right now, I'm performing a dissection. Oh yes, deconstructing Roxi Johnson. A woman who can only talk about the good fight and can't just do something for herself and be selfish every once in a while because if it doesn't bite her in the ass, it scares the crap out of her. I plan to take my time, slow and surgically careful as to not damage any organs before it's time to examine them. My hope is that you will simply lay down and die the first time but something tells me that although I will leave you broken and writhing in agony, you will simply get up and try and continue. Put on a fake smile for your disciples and solider on. No Roxi, this is only the beginning. Fear is growing rampant in MPW. If I were a member of the yellow lantern corps I would be the most powerful person here... oh yes I do read comics. I enjoy the fantasy plus I figured that it might be good research for facing you anyway....that's all your little life is now Roxi. A fantasy. One where you honestly believe that your little club is going to get the upper hand somehow. Do you really think that the MPW title is going to come into your possession at high stakes? Just like do you really believe that 'roid boy Brandon Nytrus is going to win against someone as powerful as Jackson Blaze? No... I didn't think so....so what are you playing at here? Why are you using these people?
{She continues to walk along the hallway, it getting darker and darker by the moment now telling those watching that is actually sunset}
You are no better than those TV evangelists that claim to be able to cure any illness. Make the deaf hear, offer sight to the blind, be the cure all for cancer, aids and STD's. slight of hand will not work forever. You will drain these poor saps of their wide eyed innocence before this plan comes to fruition and when the riot starts.... who do you think will be leading it's charges....
{A creepy insane smile spreads across her face}
You can continue your quest for your holy grail but like all those that have sough it before you, you will end up disappointed...broken and diseased in your quest. MPW is full of power hungry survivalists....when it gets rough, you will see the claws come out. There will be no hesitation about destroying people whom you once declared a friend.
{She suddenly advances the camera, leaving the viewers to only she her one dark unblinking eye. Laila's voice gets low and raspy, rivalling any screaming death metal singer}
I will tear your heart out and eat it....
{She backs away. recomposes herself}
Metaphorically speaking of course. This is dead before its being given life. Stillborn. The sooner you see it, the better off you will be.
{She looks at her ruined hand and then suddenly sticks a dirty finger in her mouth. She smiles and then takes it out}
Sweet dreams Roxi....you're going to need them to cling to after I'm through with you
{She suddenly licks her hand right along the point where her skin would be an open wound and laughs before pushing through a swinging door which creaks eerily. There's a loud bang again and the camera falls. After it lands the feet and legs of the cameraman are seen running away. The camera starts to static and then blinks out}
***
{Laila, wearing unusually bright clothes for her, purple shorts with a billowy white top, is seen walking toward a building. Even thou most know it as Beat-U, the management is slowly changing. She opens the door and walks in. She can see that the Blonde one... the one that Electra has always called Kahlan although most knew her as Bliss, is in the ring. She's training with the little sickly sweet Asian girl that Laila wanted to destroy. She ducks into and empty office as the woman slides out of the ring. She's grabbing a bag as Laila watches and she waves to Bliss as she leaves the building. Bliss turns to tidy up her own belongs. Laila creeps out of the office and comes toward the woman, using the silent stealth she was taught by her original trainer. She goes to put a hand up to touch her shoulder, knowing she would scare her but Bliss speaks, throwing her off guard}
Bliss: I wouldn't touch me if you ever expect to use that hand properly again
{Laila freezes and Bliss turns around. Her face is slightly enraged.}
Bliss: Mind telling me what the fuck you're doing here?
{Laila's face goes back to it's smooth neutral.}
Laila: I had something I wished to discuss with you. Regarding a few things actually. First off is training... the second is that I wish to speak with your husband about offering my services in the form of freelance.
{Bliss chuckles as she continues to clean up.}
Bliss: What makes you think that after what you did to torture my best student that I would agree to helping you and second... you want to talk to Jax... go find him yourself. I'm not his secretary, I'm his wife. I'm not part of IA or MPW anymore.
{Laila smirks, returning the tone in a slightly less excited manner than the woman with fairer features.}
Laila: Because I believe we have a mutual enemy or am I incorrect in saying that you still have a vein of hatred in your body for a woman known as Roxi Johnson?
{Bliss stops what she's doing. pauses only a moment and then faces the woman. A different look and emotion now on her face.}
Bliss: I do but that's the past. If I put even a smudge on her she'd be having me arrested. I can't do anything as long as I'm both still injured and not a contracted superstar of MPW. My contract ended while I was out and they didn't renew me.
Laila: Then let me help you. Train me further than what I have and I can be your indirect way of getting your revenge on Roxi and the group she has after your husband. I know your type Ms. Fischer.
Bliss: Blaze.
Laila: Excuse me... Mrs. Blaze. I know that there's that fire in your belly for wanting to protect your own, get revenge for losing what was once yours. Let me do that for you.
{Bliss shakes her head, putting some small weights back on their shelf.}
Bliss: What's in it for you exactly? I don't hire people to do things for me.
{Laila shrugs}
Laila: What's in it for me is that I get the expert training of one of the best. I am good. I know this otherwise I would not be standing here with only 1 loss under my belt but you can only get better and I want what you can offer me.
{Bliss smirks, a hand going to her hip}
Bliss: And you think that you get a direct link to Jax. I thought you said you didn't want to be a part of IA
Laila: You see through me. It wasn't my intention to be that transparent...however... yes. I get in good with you then I know that you will put in a good word for me with Jackson. And No, I do not desire to be apart of IA... not really, my desire is to help those that need the extra man power. It did not go unnoticed on my part about the recent departure of Lucas King. That leaves them down one person. Power in numbers....and I know when the time comes, they would mutually back me in my bigger fight. To rid MPW of the false idols. To get my revenge on Taufik for all that he did to me. The choice is yours Kahlan.
{Bliss appears to both be angry but yet she seemed to be thinking it over.}
Bliss: Let me think about it. Okay?
Laila: Good girl. Don't worry about your precious Emi. My beef with her is over. I used her to make a point and so I have no further need to dispose of her. I learned that as childish her little act appears, she truly is that innocent and stupid.
{Bliss looks pissed off}
Bliss: Watch your mouth. You're supposed to be buttering me up here, not making me want to kick your ass.
{Laila clicks her tongue}
Laila: Neutrality is not a good place to be Kahlan. It would be in your best interest to pick a side... and I suspect that as much as you hide behind your new good natured attitude, deep down you are still the cold heartless bitch I watched take out Adi...
{Bliss cuts her off}
Bliss: Don't ever speak that name.
{Laila holds out her hands}
Laila: Alright. Fine. But think on my proposal and let me know. Make sure to catch my match tonight and let that clear your mind about where you should be in all of this. Have a pleasant evening. Please tell Jackson and Trey I said salutations.
{She laughs and walks right out of the gym, not even once looking behind her. leaving Bliss a little confused and angry.}
{She laughs as the darkness of the film is suddenly illuminated. they are in what appears to be some kinds of abandoned hospital. the only light is actually the one on the front of the production quality camera the man behind it is using. Laila is sitting on a dirty and disgusting looking operating table. Behind her on the wall are various rusted surgical instruments of various sizes and types. The tiles, once pristine and white are now covered with years of grime}
This is not a punishment... oh no, this is a reward. Instead of putting me against my next victim, Chrissy Starr, they have sacrificed their leader in her stead. Poor, Poor Roxi. Recently you had your wings clipped didn't you? You are only half the woman you used to be. When will you come to realize that The Resistance is nothing but a hapless fantasy, much like your thoughts of ever saving anyone in this company or the useless sacks of garbage that sit in the audience every week. You may be a former Sin City champion... you may also be the longest reigning TV champion or whatever but you will also be the leader of the shortest running stable in MPW.
{She picks something up from a dirty table beside the bed and examines it. The camera is able to pick up that it's a rusty and broken scalpel. It's blade is broken and has a jagged edge not suitable for any kinds of operation now. she starts to twirl it on the palm of her hand}
You see my dear. I don't care one way or another what happens to The Resistance....I care only for the useless people that choose to follow it's ways like some pathetic cult. You are no better than any other peddler of religion. With your false idols and hopeless causes. Preaching to be able to provide a better way of life to the masses. It's all pretty much futile. No matter how much you talk about life, causes like yours always lead to one thing...death.
{she's pushing the scalpel so hard that blood starts to well in the middle of her palm, but she continues to look at only the camera with determination on her face}
I have continued to prove myself worthy of being the angel of death around here. First when I took out that pathetic 5th avenue tramp and second when I proved that the words of the little butch lesbian were nothing but ridden with fear.
{She smirks}
But before I continue, while I'm on the subject of little miss butch I will speak, only once more about this waste of space in MPW. I do not know why they went fishing for you Aeryn Ashfield but they should have thrown you back the moment they caught you. I know how you are feeling right now. Shame. Regret. Mostly for underestimating my power. For lying to your precious fans about how you were going to get a victory over me.
{she chuckles with a shake to her head}
As I've said countless times Ms. Ashfield... fear is not something you should run from. Embrace it and you will be all the better for it. It's not weak to admit that you are scared of me. People often want to put down that which they are scared off...and that is the horrendous mistake of men. It's why lynch mobs were formed. Why people perform genocide. It's why people that practised Paganism, were burned as heretics and witches. It's why Genocide exists.
{She clicks her tongue and shakes her head}
Fear. Unfortunately it runs through everyone's veins including mine. The difference is that it's how you choose to deal with it. Your solution is to come after me...and now... there is a fire in your eyes that did not exist last week. You want to thank me for bringing back your desire to fight but I must ask, why did it take getting your ass kicked to have you regain that? Shouldn't that have already existed when you signed your MPW contract? It should not have been me that pushed you to be an actual wrestler when you have been claiming to be that. Funny enough... I haven't even been a wrestler that long. I started training in December and I used my cunning and extraordinary acting ability to fool every. Single. One of you witless morons into thinking I was still sweet little Camilla. Fools.
{She offers a half smile bordering on what people might consider insane}
Now, I know what your thinking... I talk about genocide with disgust but in reality, me taking out the pretenders in MPW is really not all that different than a form of genocide.... the difference here... I am not doing it out of fearing these people, I am doing it as a mercy to the person I break down and to the fans that sit, helpless and enthralled every week. Saving them from the horror of a liar in a spandex uniform. However, to be completely honest... I'm not saving them because I like them. I'm just growing tired of seeing it.
{She give s a curt laugh}
I'm a selfish person and rightfully so. So now before I got sidetracked, I was saying that I was starting to set my sights on ridding MPW of the waste that is Chrissy Starr. A woman that gave up a title... a good man... for what? To be the whore of another man who's career is just as dead as that man you killed Roxi? She is all that is wrong with this sport. All that is wrong with the world but so, I must put her destruction on the back burner so that I can eliminate the source of the problem, which will only make it far to easy to quickly fumigate the rest of the company. Rodents.
{The blood is now starting to drip down off her wrist and onto the floor. The sound of it hitting is echoing through the empty hospital}
All you disciples are, are little followers with no thoughts or ideas of your own . Holding on to any shred of light you think will pull you through. The Resistance is hanging on to a cliff and it's grip is starting to fail. You have no real vision. Your goal is too vague to succeed...and in essence your ultimate goal is to rid the MPW universe of the group who call themselves Iconic Aggression. But I wonder... you automatically attack whichever group is standing out. I believe your last stint in MPW you were aggressively attacking another group called Age of Arrogance. You claim that their vision was well... to put it bluntly... crazy. That no one would follow and agree to it's vision but yet it accumulated five members. Sure it did fade away on it's own accord but not by your hand. No... it's destruction came from within it's ranks, but for a time, there was no stopping it.
{Laila looks at her hand and lets out a slightly insane sounding giggle}
And now... it irks you to see another group standing in the dust of the old one and doing better than it by leaps and bounds.... I sense that deep down, you envy the members of the group. You envy the power that they have and the fact that most of the gold that represents MPW's best is held by them. Brandon Nytrus holds the sin City championship... for the moment... but I suspect it will not be long before his reign is just as broken as other people that have gone up against IA and lost. You see... your efforts were for nothing. Your fight was lost and you ran like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. I suppose that If I were in your position my 'fight or flight' reflex would also drive me to run away...if I were as weak as you are.
{She hops off the table and starts to walk around. Various older looking instruments are seen all in various stages of decay}
Its easy to put up a front of being strong while inside your body screams in fear. I dealt with it. For months I was forced to wonder what Taufik was going to do next. Wondering when he'd finally snap completely and I would be destined to meet my maker but as I sat and contemplated my impending death, I also started to realize that I was better than what I was making myself. That I deserved much better. I got out. At the time I was still the same sweet girl that looked at the world through rose coloured glasses. Giving everyone the benefit of the doubt...then it dawned on me. I couldn't trust anyone. Everyone was out to play for their own benefit and fuck Camilla....so.... I got off the grid. I found someone to train me. I prayed to a god that slowly, day by day, I realized had abandoned me and I soon came to the realization that if I was going to get anywhere in this world, I needed to trust only one person. Myself.
{She walks out of the room into a hallway where the floor is littered in debris. There is a brief light from glassless windows indicating that it's either sunset or sunrise. She runs her fingers, smeared in blood along the walls with a crazy smile on her face}
So let me tell you in a cliff notes version what will happen this week Roxi. We're both coming out. You'll get some good moves in because frankly I can admit that you have the skills and I can't say that you won't get a punch or kick in edgewise, it's unrealistic. bit then... after your done with your theatrical display... just like all the rest... I will destroy you. I will leave you in the fetal position in the middle of that ring an I will glory in the beginning of the complete annihilation of The Resistance. Oh I know I said I didn't care about The Resistance... I really don't....but there are many in the company that plain just don't like them or anybody in the group for that matter. My words... well they are the true words to live by. Ones that will give real hope to the masses. Martyrs are so last season. They don't like you stirring the pot. I am a creature of mutual benefit. I get to take out the bitches that have entitlement they don't deserve and with it comes the head nods from the good men of IA. I know that I do have to chose a side in this war. Neutral parties only get shot upon and declared a causally of friendly fire. I am not Canada. I am not here to keep any kind of peace. I'm out to be on the winning side and right now...hmmm... that's not you sweetie.
{There's a loud bang. It doesn't even phase Laila but the cameraman jumps. Laila starts laughing hysterically}
You're going to point out the relevance of me being in an abandoned hospital. Well I guess it starts here because right now, I'm performing a dissection. Oh yes, deconstructing Roxi Johnson. A woman who can only talk about the good fight and can't just do something for herself and be selfish every once in a while because if it doesn't bite her in the ass, it scares the crap out of her. I plan to take my time, slow and surgically careful as to not damage any organs before it's time to examine them. My hope is that you will simply lay down and die the first time but something tells me that although I will leave you broken and writhing in agony, you will simply get up and try and continue. Put on a fake smile for your disciples and solider on. No Roxi, this is only the beginning. Fear is growing rampant in MPW. If I were a member of the yellow lantern corps I would be the most powerful person here... oh yes I do read comics. I enjoy the fantasy plus I figured that it might be good research for facing you anyway....that's all your little life is now Roxi. A fantasy. One where you honestly believe that your little club is going to get the upper hand somehow. Do you really think that the MPW title is going to come into your possession at high stakes? Just like do you really believe that 'roid boy Brandon Nytrus is going to win against someone as powerful as Jackson Blaze? No... I didn't think so....so what are you playing at here? Why are you using these people?
{She continues to walk along the hallway, it getting darker and darker by the moment now telling those watching that is actually sunset}
You are no better than those TV evangelists that claim to be able to cure any illness. Make the deaf hear, offer sight to the blind, be the cure all for cancer, aids and STD's. slight of hand will not work forever. You will drain these poor saps of their wide eyed innocence before this plan comes to fruition and when the riot starts.... who do you think will be leading it's charges....
{A creepy insane smile spreads across her face}
You can continue your quest for your holy grail but like all those that have sough it before you, you will end up disappointed...broken and diseased in your quest. MPW is full of power hungry survivalists....when it gets rough, you will see the claws come out. There will be no hesitation about destroying people whom you once declared a friend.
{She suddenly advances the camera, leaving the viewers to only she her one dark unblinking eye. Laila's voice gets low and raspy, rivalling any screaming death metal singer}
I will tear your heart out and eat it....
{She backs away. recomposes herself}
Metaphorically speaking of course. This is dead before its being given life. Stillborn. The sooner you see it, the better off you will be.
{She looks at her ruined hand and then suddenly sticks a dirty finger in her mouth. She smiles and then takes it out}
Sweet dreams Roxi....you're going to need them to cling to after I'm through with you
{She suddenly licks her hand right along the point where her skin would be an open wound and laughs before pushing through a swinging door which creaks eerily. There's a loud bang again and the camera falls. After it lands the feet and legs of the cameraman are seen running away. The camera starts to static and then blinks out}
***
{Laila, wearing unusually bright clothes for her, purple shorts with a billowy white top, is seen walking toward a building. Even thou most know it as Beat-U, the management is slowly changing. She opens the door and walks in. She can see that the Blonde one... the one that Electra has always called Kahlan although most knew her as Bliss, is in the ring. She's training with the little sickly sweet Asian girl that Laila wanted to destroy. She ducks into and empty office as the woman slides out of the ring. She's grabbing a bag as Laila watches and she waves to Bliss as she leaves the building. Bliss turns to tidy up her own belongs. Laila creeps out of the office and comes toward the woman, using the silent stealth she was taught by her original trainer. She goes to put a hand up to touch her shoulder, knowing she would scare her but Bliss speaks, throwing her off guard}
Bliss: I wouldn't touch me if you ever expect to use that hand properly again
{Laila freezes and Bliss turns around. Her face is slightly enraged.}
Bliss: Mind telling me what the fuck you're doing here?
{Laila's face goes back to it's smooth neutral.}
Laila: I had something I wished to discuss with you. Regarding a few things actually. First off is training... the second is that I wish to speak with your husband about offering my services in the form of freelance.
{Bliss chuckles as she continues to clean up.}
Bliss: What makes you think that after what you did to torture my best student that I would agree to helping you and second... you want to talk to Jax... go find him yourself. I'm not his secretary, I'm his wife. I'm not part of IA or MPW anymore.
{Laila smirks, returning the tone in a slightly less excited manner than the woman with fairer features.}
Laila: Because I believe we have a mutual enemy or am I incorrect in saying that you still have a vein of hatred in your body for a woman known as Roxi Johnson?
{Bliss stops what she's doing. pauses only a moment and then faces the woman. A different look and emotion now on her face.}
Bliss: I do but that's the past. If I put even a smudge on her she'd be having me arrested. I can't do anything as long as I'm both still injured and not a contracted superstar of MPW. My contract ended while I was out and they didn't renew me.
Laila: Then let me help you. Train me further than what I have and I can be your indirect way of getting your revenge on Roxi and the group she has after your husband. I know your type Ms. Fischer.
Bliss: Blaze.
Laila: Excuse me... Mrs. Blaze. I know that there's that fire in your belly for wanting to protect your own, get revenge for losing what was once yours. Let me do that for you.
{Bliss shakes her head, putting some small weights back on their shelf.}
Bliss: What's in it for you exactly? I don't hire people to do things for me.
{Laila shrugs}
Laila: What's in it for me is that I get the expert training of one of the best. I am good. I know this otherwise I would not be standing here with only 1 loss under my belt but you can only get better and I want what you can offer me.
{Bliss smirks, a hand going to her hip}
Bliss: And you think that you get a direct link to Jax. I thought you said you didn't want to be a part of IA
Laila: You see through me. It wasn't my intention to be that transparent...however... yes. I get in good with you then I know that you will put in a good word for me with Jackson. And No, I do not desire to be apart of IA... not really, my desire is to help those that need the extra man power. It did not go unnoticed on my part about the recent departure of Lucas King. That leaves them down one person. Power in numbers....and I know when the time comes, they would mutually back me in my bigger fight. To rid MPW of the false idols. To get my revenge on Taufik for all that he did to me. The choice is yours Kahlan.
{Bliss appears to both be angry but yet she seemed to be thinking it over.}
Bliss: Let me think about it. Okay?
Laila: Good girl. Don't worry about your precious Emi. My beef with her is over. I used her to make a point and so I have no further need to dispose of her. I learned that as childish her little act appears, she truly is that innocent and stupid.
{Bliss looks pissed off}
Bliss: Watch your mouth. You're supposed to be buttering me up here, not making me want to kick your ass.
{Laila clicks her tongue}
Laila: Neutrality is not a good place to be Kahlan. It would be in your best interest to pick a side... and I suspect that as much as you hide behind your new good natured attitude, deep down you are still the cold heartless bitch I watched take out Adi...
{Bliss cuts her off}
Bliss: Don't ever speak that name.
{Laila holds out her hands}
Laila: Alright. Fine. But think on my proposal and let me know. Make sure to catch my match tonight and let that clear your mind about where you should be in all of this. Have a pleasant evening. Please tell Jackson and Trey I said salutations.
{She laughs and walks right out of the gym, not even once looking behind her. leaving Bliss a little confused and angry.}