Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 0:37:10 GMT -5
Laila is seen sitting at a bar. She's dressed rather nicely, even has her hair up. She's sipping a clear liquid from a glass. The camera looks beyond her as a woman in a silver dress walks in. Upon the woman getting closer it's evident that it's Bliss Blaze. She looks rather uncomfortable and looks around until she spots Laila at the bar. With a roll of her eyes she walks toward her, putting her purse down and taking a stool next to the darker woman.
Bliss: This better be good.
Laila looks at her with a little bit of surprise
Laila: I had come to believe that you liked getting dressed nicely and going to bars for a 'good time'
She uses quote fingers. Bliss gives her a sigh.
Bliss: I don't really do that kinda thing anymore
Laila: Why is that? Because you got injured? Because you got married? Or is it because you've been using your knee as an excuse to hide in sweat pants and eat snack crackers.
Bliss takes another angry sigh
Laila: I don't think that anybody has missed the couple extra pounds you've put on. You have become complacent. I'm sure I'm not the only one that has told you to get off your fat ass...
Bliss' face starts to go red with anger
Bliss: Listen I didn't come out here to just be insulted by you...
Laila cuts her off with a finger to Bliss' lips. Bliss' eyes go wide in surprise at how bold she is.
Laila: Listen for once. I asked you out here for a few reasons. So besides trying to get you out of your apartment where you were nursing your bruised ego... I'm sure it stings that you failed to get the world title twice but yet Roxi does it on the first try...
Bliss lets out a growl. Laila smirks.
Laila: But it's also because of that....
She points over to a table where the a woman is sitting by herself. Her long red hair is done in a half French twist, the back of it long an curled softly on her shoulders. She's wearing a backless black dress that only goes down her thighs enough to cover her ass. She reaches down with long burgundy nails to grip the tiny cocktail straw in her drink and brings ruby lips to it to take a long swig of the pink liquid. Bliss holds her breath for a second and then is disappointed when the face is not the red head she was expecting, not that she thought Roxi Johnson could ever look like an actual girl.
Bliss: It's Bob Herman's assistant... Jamie something...
Laila smiles and nods her head. Bliss looks confused.
Bliss: So what? She's got nothing to do with Roxi or the fact that I lost my title. She wasn't even working in MPW when that happened.
Laila: I know.
Bliss: I'm failing to see your point creepizoid
Laila ignores Bliss' insult and keeps talking without failure.
Laila: We're going to go and talk to her
Bliss: Why?
Laila: Just watch and follow my lead.
Laila downs the rest of her drink and then gets up. Bliss takes another deep sigh before following her toward Jamie's table. Laila sits down and immediately crosses her legs, puts her hands on the table, folded and looks straight faced at the red headed bimbo in front of her. Jamie looks at her with an angry scowl.
Jamie: Just what the hell do you think you're doing? This is my table and I'm expecting someone...
Laila shakes her head.
Laila: He isn't coming.
Jamie: And how would you know that?
Laila smirks and pulls out a paper from her cleavage. She unfolds it and starts to read.
Laila: Jack Murphy. 24. Veterinarian. Likes girls that are easy going and lovable...has a thing for Red hair. Sound familiar?
Bliss' eyes light up in amusement as she watches the two women. She knew Laila was weird but this was downright stalkerish. Laila pushes the copy of the profile of the man Jamie was supposed to meet, toward her. She picks it up to examine it. Jamie then looks at Laila with her mouth hanging open for a few seconds before she finally understands.
Jamie: You contacted me with a fake profile? What the hell?!? Didn't you get enough when you hurt me right before Goldrush?
Laila: And you're so easy you fell right for it. And to answer your question, no... I didn't get enough. Haven't you and your boyfriend Bob figured it out yet? That I thrive in the misery of others. So many people took joy in mine so why shouldn't I be a creature that needs it to live. Kind of like a vampire.
Jamie: Or a drug addict. But whatever. Haha very funny. You figured out I had a profile on a singles dating site and made me a fool. Good for you.
She finally looks up and notices Bliss. She shakes her head.
Jamie: Who the hell is this? You hire someone to be your bodyguard... you could have done better you know, she doesn't even look like she could lift me up.
Bliss is starting to feel the anger rise into her throat, but she restrains it. Laila looks at her a few seconds, the small smile of mirth still on her lips, she looks back to Jamie and leans in, her hands once again folded in front of her.
Laila: No. I don't need a bodyguard Jamie. In fact I think you were very unwise to go out without one yourself. No this lovely women here is a two time Sin City Champion. She is also the Wife of Jackson Blaze.
Jamie shakes her head, flipping her long red hair.
Jamie: Oooooo.. that washed up whore that nobody gives a fuck about anymore. I remember now. Bliss whatever. The one that thought she was a Goddess but really she's just a glorified stripper...
She doesn't have time to finish because Bliss moves into action. She drops her purse and pushes the chair back against the short wall behind her. It screeches with metal on tile. Jamie looks up with pure fear in her face at the blond woman towering over her.
Bliss: You better watch your fucking mouth, you cunt. You have no idea what I'm capable of if you really piss me off.
Laila is still watching the scene, her chin resting on her hands and her smile has gotten wider and eerily sadistic. Bliss looks over at her and the anger suddenly leaves her. Coming to her senses she lets the woman go. The chair makes a loud bang on the floor. A few people have noticed the scuffle but they're too drunk to have enough rational thought to come to the woman's rescue.
Laila: Bravo.
Both women look over at her. Bliss is angry, Jamie still looks petrified.
Laila: I wanted to make a point Jamie. You have no friends here. You think you're safe but in reality you are just a walking target. I just felt I needed to remind you of that.
Jamie: Why do you care? I'm not seeing Clash anymore. He broke it off with me for that ho-bag Chrissy.
Laila shakes her head.
Laila: Clash? Why should I care about Clash... I mean you did see what we did to him last week didn't you? What we did to Ms. Starr as well.... This has nothing to do with Clash... well maybe indirectly but my purpose wasn't to have him running to your aid, in fact it was to prove just the opposite. Mr. Clash looks at women the same way he looks at fast food. Looks so great on the menu. Tantalizing, appealing, delicious. He just has to have it...then... once he's devoured his order... what's left but just the greasy disgusting wrappings that he just throws away. He doesn't care about it anymore...he's gotten what he wanted. The same was true with his wife. True with every woman he dated. He did it to you and eventually he'll do it to Chrissy as well.
Jamie still looks confused.
Jamie: You're a fucking nut bar. Both of you. You need psychiatric care is what you need....
Jamie stands to leave and Bliss gets in her face. She puts a hand on her shoulder and forces her down into the chair
Bliss: Sit!
Laila: I'm not done speaking.
Laila looks at her finger nails as she continues to talk.
Laila: It's very rude to leave a conversation when it's not finished yet you know. You would think with all your money and high society upbringing that you would know that.
Jamie: Fuck you...
Laila looks up at her with dark smouldering eyes.
Laila: Oh you would like that wouldn't you. I'm sure your looking at my friend here and thinking about how beautiful she is... because well everyone knows you swing for both sides right?
Jamie: Whatever I'm not a lesbo.
Laila looks rather serious.
Laila: If you say so. But back to the main conversation now if you don't mind. You really want to know why I used a dating site to get you here Ms. McKenzie? I did it because I enjoy messing with people. It's why Jackson sought me out, asked me to be a part of the movement. Roxi Johnson would have you believing that Jackson is the pawn but if she simply looked at things with the right emotions then she'd see the true pawn is her. Her and her group of followers which I might add is slowly declining. First Gabriel Griffin paid the price... allowing my friend and trainer to regain control of her family heritage...
Bliss suddenly looks at Laila with a furrowed brow, but Laila continues to look at Jamie and speak.
Laila: Nytrus...then Chrissy and Clash... shed blood for their beliefs... kinda like millions of other people that died for their martyr over the centuries. Willing to sacrifice themselves for their saviour. Some like to call that love, or 'the cause'..
She once again uses quote fingers.
Laila: But ultimately, there is no higher being. There is no one supreme head honcho up there pulling our strings like marionettes... we are all just mingling around until natural selection catches up with us...
Bliss looks once again confused at Laila at the mention of the words 'natural selection'... a name her brother gave his finishing move in WWO. She was slowly starting to put pieces of this puzzle together...but it still wasn't giving her the whole picture.
Laila: You are just a sacrifice...but not to any God. No, you are nothing but a casualty of war...
Jamie scoffs.
Jamie: You can't touch me. We're in a public place....
Suddenly Laila reaches out, grabs Jamie by the back of her head and slams it down on the table. It rattles the table and a few people look over, curious.
Laila gets up and walks over, brushing by a bewildered Bliss. She kneels down and makes it appear as if she's checking on the woman, instead she whispers into her ear.
Laila: You underestimate people Jamie... that is why you lose at this game so many times.
Laila looks up as the bartender starts to walk over.
Laila: It's okay...just had a little too much. Don't worry we'll get her home just fine.
Laila motions for Bliss to grab Jamie's other shoulder and the two women support the groggy woman to the exit. The door leads them to the back alley of the bar. Laila pushes the woman into a pile of trash bags and then once again kneels down and grabs the face of the half conscious woman.
Laila: Oh what's the matter.... cat got your tongue....
She doesn't laugh but, still holding the chin of the woman she looks at Bliss.
Laila: You know you want to...
Bliss shakes her head.
Bliss: You're fucking nuts. I'm leaving.
She turns to go but something Laila says stops her.
Laila: I know you have unvented rage inside you Kahlan. It's keeping you from being at your full potential. It's what kept you from winning that world title. It's what kept you from winning the Sin City title back. Here is your chance to let some of it out. You really think hitting that bag every night is really helping? Does Jackson know how much hate you hold for the other red head you really wish was sitting in bags of garbage that smell like dog shit?
Bliss once again sighs and lets out a growl of anger. She doesn't turn but speaks.
Bliss: That part of my life is done. I'm not medically cleared to wrestle and besides that... I can't go back to MPW. It's been too long. I'll get shoved back into obscurity and I worked too fucking hard to get into the World division for that.
Laila: So that means you should wallow around all day with dirty hair and sweat pants? Watching re-runs of Friends while you eat a bowl of popcorn? I've seen you Kahlan. I've been to your place to meet Jackson for one thing or another. You've let domestic life consume you.
Bliss turns and advances on Laila. She winds up to hit her but stops merely centimetres from her face.
Laila: It's not me you want to hit Kahlan.
She looks down at Jamie who is starting to come to.
Laila: Go ahead. It will make you feel better.
Bliss: She could press charges...
Laila shakes her head.
Laila: She's not going to. She's got too much pride. She'll just sick her corporate lackeys on us
Bliss: That's what you want isn't it... You purposely start wars... Why?
Laila smirks and avoids her questions.
Laila: Just hit her. Pretend its someone else...
Bliss looks down at Jamie and suddenly it's Roxi she's looking at. With a burst of anger she sucker punches the woman in the stomach a few times. She then give one to her face, causing a trickle of blood to run out the side of her mouth. Bliss suddenly stops when she feels her knuckles burning. The skin has cracked on one of them. But what really phases her is that some of Jamie's blood has smeared there. She backs up, a look of fear and regret on her face.
She closes her eyes a second, turns and walks away without another word. Laila's laughter haunts her as she walks away.
Laila looks after her a minute but Jamie's groan of hurt draws her attention back. She shakes her head, lifts the woman up and walks out toward the street where she hails a cab. While waiting she manages to pull out the woman's wallet, finds her hotel information and pulls out a hundred dollar bill. A cab pulls up and Laila pushes the woman inside and hands the cabbie the bill.
Laila: Take her to her hotel. She's had a little too much to drink. If she doesn't move on her own just tell the concierge she needs help to her room.
She shuts the door before the cabbie can say anything. She walks away as the cab screeches off
***
Clash... are you ready for round two?
It will just be you and I this time and I fear for your safety my friend. You see what I am capable of. You see who my friends are but that is not what makes me something to fear. No... that is simply because I am an unstoppable force. I have no real emotions except anger. Rage. An undeniable hunger to make those that deserve it suffer mercilessly at my hands. Some... would feel guilt about having blood on their hands, but not me Clash.
I revel in the feel of bathing in the pain that I will inflict on you yet again. That I will continue to bring down on your head and those you care for. You think that feeling in your stomach is love for Christina but I tell you now... it's not. Love is a fairy tale invented by fools. You are a fool Johnny...and that emotion is going to get you killed. Slaughtered all for the wrong reasons.
I almost feel a little remorse for what I'm about to do to you. Almost feel bad for all the sleepless nights that Christina will watch as you fight to stay alive after I am finished with you. If you still believe that a woman couldn't do that to the fantastic Mr. Clash then you are more a fool than I originally thought.
Hold on to your lover tightly. Whisper your sweet nothings. Make her scream your name one last time because after our match, you will be lucky to be able to speak again.
This is War. I take no prisoners. No Quarter. Anybody that gets in my way will just end up another nameless victim. All for the cause. All to complete my goal of ridding MPW of the filler. As Jackson put it... Roxi came back and tried to revive all the failures. Tried to use some wonderful voodoo and surround herself with other zombies with the same kind of ideals. She chose unwisely.
If it were me in her shoes, I would have gone straight to the ones with all the power. Straight to the 'Umbrella Corporation' of MPW. Chaos incarnate....but what am I saying... I did return from the dead.... and I did just that. I chose the winning side. I chose to be a part of the group that will take out yet another useless pitiful group of wannabes....but the difference is... where there was one that was worth saving in AoA, there are none in The Resistance that I would give new life. When I am done mutating my creation... There will be no hope for anyone.
It's about time you accepted the inevitable.
The time of the Resistance is done. To be Iconic is now.
Move along old man and let the young carry on. There is no shame in admitting that you are weak, or that you are just not cut out for this anymore. I am offering something I rarely give... Mercy. My mercy is that if you leave....I won't hunt you down. I'm far from finished turning your girlfriend into an emotional jigsaw puzzle but out of what little respect I have for who you used to be, I would allow it.
But I doubt that you will run. You are a glutton for punishment and so it is my duty to give you exactly what you want. Peace from this world as I finish your career.
Enjoy this time Mr. Clash, come Sunday... your number is up.
Bliss: This better be good.
Laila looks at her with a little bit of surprise
Laila: I had come to believe that you liked getting dressed nicely and going to bars for a 'good time'
She uses quote fingers. Bliss gives her a sigh.
Bliss: I don't really do that kinda thing anymore
Laila: Why is that? Because you got injured? Because you got married? Or is it because you've been using your knee as an excuse to hide in sweat pants and eat snack crackers.
Bliss takes another angry sigh
Laila: I don't think that anybody has missed the couple extra pounds you've put on. You have become complacent. I'm sure I'm not the only one that has told you to get off your fat ass...
Bliss' face starts to go red with anger
Bliss: Listen I didn't come out here to just be insulted by you...
Laila cuts her off with a finger to Bliss' lips. Bliss' eyes go wide in surprise at how bold she is.
Laila: Listen for once. I asked you out here for a few reasons. So besides trying to get you out of your apartment where you were nursing your bruised ego... I'm sure it stings that you failed to get the world title twice but yet Roxi does it on the first try...
Bliss lets out a growl. Laila smirks.
Laila: But it's also because of that....
She points over to a table where the a woman is sitting by herself. Her long red hair is done in a half French twist, the back of it long an curled softly on her shoulders. She's wearing a backless black dress that only goes down her thighs enough to cover her ass. She reaches down with long burgundy nails to grip the tiny cocktail straw in her drink and brings ruby lips to it to take a long swig of the pink liquid. Bliss holds her breath for a second and then is disappointed when the face is not the red head she was expecting, not that she thought Roxi Johnson could ever look like an actual girl.
Bliss: It's Bob Herman's assistant... Jamie something...
Laila smiles and nods her head. Bliss looks confused.
Bliss: So what? She's got nothing to do with Roxi or the fact that I lost my title. She wasn't even working in MPW when that happened.
Laila: I know.
Bliss: I'm failing to see your point creepizoid
Laila ignores Bliss' insult and keeps talking without failure.
Laila: We're going to go and talk to her
Bliss: Why?
Laila: Just watch and follow my lead.
Laila downs the rest of her drink and then gets up. Bliss takes another deep sigh before following her toward Jamie's table. Laila sits down and immediately crosses her legs, puts her hands on the table, folded and looks straight faced at the red headed bimbo in front of her. Jamie looks at her with an angry scowl.
Jamie: Just what the hell do you think you're doing? This is my table and I'm expecting someone...
Laila shakes her head.
Laila: He isn't coming.
Jamie: And how would you know that?
Laila smirks and pulls out a paper from her cleavage. She unfolds it and starts to read.
Laila: Jack Murphy. 24. Veterinarian. Likes girls that are easy going and lovable...has a thing for Red hair. Sound familiar?
Bliss' eyes light up in amusement as she watches the two women. She knew Laila was weird but this was downright stalkerish. Laila pushes the copy of the profile of the man Jamie was supposed to meet, toward her. She picks it up to examine it. Jamie then looks at Laila with her mouth hanging open for a few seconds before she finally understands.
Jamie: You contacted me with a fake profile? What the hell?!? Didn't you get enough when you hurt me right before Goldrush?
Laila: And you're so easy you fell right for it. And to answer your question, no... I didn't get enough. Haven't you and your boyfriend Bob figured it out yet? That I thrive in the misery of others. So many people took joy in mine so why shouldn't I be a creature that needs it to live. Kind of like a vampire.
Jamie: Or a drug addict. But whatever. Haha very funny. You figured out I had a profile on a singles dating site and made me a fool. Good for you.
She finally looks up and notices Bliss. She shakes her head.
Jamie: Who the hell is this? You hire someone to be your bodyguard... you could have done better you know, she doesn't even look like she could lift me up.
Bliss is starting to feel the anger rise into her throat, but she restrains it. Laila looks at her a few seconds, the small smile of mirth still on her lips, she looks back to Jamie and leans in, her hands once again folded in front of her.
Laila: No. I don't need a bodyguard Jamie. In fact I think you were very unwise to go out without one yourself. No this lovely women here is a two time Sin City Champion. She is also the Wife of Jackson Blaze.
Jamie shakes her head, flipping her long red hair.
Jamie: Oooooo.. that washed up whore that nobody gives a fuck about anymore. I remember now. Bliss whatever. The one that thought she was a Goddess but really she's just a glorified stripper...
She doesn't have time to finish because Bliss moves into action. She drops her purse and pushes the chair back against the short wall behind her. It screeches with metal on tile. Jamie looks up with pure fear in her face at the blond woman towering over her.
Bliss: You better watch your fucking mouth, you cunt. You have no idea what I'm capable of if you really piss me off.
Laila is still watching the scene, her chin resting on her hands and her smile has gotten wider and eerily sadistic. Bliss looks over at her and the anger suddenly leaves her. Coming to her senses she lets the woman go. The chair makes a loud bang on the floor. A few people have noticed the scuffle but they're too drunk to have enough rational thought to come to the woman's rescue.
Laila: Bravo.
Both women look over at her. Bliss is angry, Jamie still looks petrified.
Laila: I wanted to make a point Jamie. You have no friends here. You think you're safe but in reality you are just a walking target. I just felt I needed to remind you of that.
Jamie: Why do you care? I'm not seeing Clash anymore. He broke it off with me for that ho-bag Chrissy.
Laila shakes her head.
Laila: Clash? Why should I care about Clash... I mean you did see what we did to him last week didn't you? What we did to Ms. Starr as well.... This has nothing to do with Clash... well maybe indirectly but my purpose wasn't to have him running to your aid, in fact it was to prove just the opposite. Mr. Clash looks at women the same way he looks at fast food. Looks so great on the menu. Tantalizing, appealing, delicious. He just has to have it...then... once he's devoured his order... what's left but just the greasy disgusting wrappings that he just throws away. He doesn't care about it anymore...he's gotten what he wanted. The same was true with his wife. True with every woman he dated. He did it to you and eventually he'll do it to Chrissy as well.
Jamie still looks confused.
Jamie: You're a fucking nut bar. Both of you. You need psychiatric care is what you need....
Jamie stands to leave and Bliss gets in her face. She puts a hand on her shoulder and forces her down into the chair
Bliss: Sit!
Laila: I'm not done speaking.
Laila looks at her finger nails as she continues to talk.
Laila: It's very rude to leave a conversation when it's not finished yet you know. You would think with all your money and high society upbringing that you would know that.
Jamie: Fuck you...
Laila looks up at her with dark smouldering eyes.
Laila: Oh you would like that wouldn't you. I'm sure your looking at my friend here and thinking about how beautiful she is... because well everyone knows you swing for both sides right?
Jamie: Whatever I'm not a lesbo.
Laila looks rather serious.
Laila: If you say so. But back to the main conversation now if you don't mind. You really want to know why I used a dating site to get you here Ms. McKenzie? I did it because I enjoy messing with people. It's why Jackson sought me out, asked me to be a part of the movement. Roxi Johnson would have you believing that Jackson is the pawn but if she simply looked at things with the right emotions then she'd see the true pawn is her. Her and her group of followers which I might add is slowly declining. First Gabriel Griffin paid the price... allowing my friend and trainer to regain control of her family heritage...
Bliss suddenly looks at Laila with a furrowed brow, but Laila continues to look at Jamie and speak.
Laila: Nytrus...then Chrissy and Clash... shed blood for their beliefs... kinda like millions of other people that died for their martyr over the centuries. Willing to sacrifice themselves for their saviour. Some like to call that love, or 'the cause'..
She once again uses quote fingers.
Laila: But ultimately, there is no higher being. There is no one supreme head honcho up there pulling our strings like marionettes... we are all just mingling around until natural selection catches up with us...
Bliss looks once again confused at Laila at the mention of the words 'natural selection'... a name her brother gave his finishing move in WWO. She was slowly starting to put pieces of this puzzle together...but it still wasn't giving her the whole picture.
Laila: You are just a sacrifice...but not to any God. No, you are nothing but a casualty of war...
Jamie scoffs.
Jamie: You can't touch me. We're in a public place....
Suddenly Laila reaches out, grabs Jamie by the back of her head and slams it down on the table. It rattles the table and a few people look over, curious.
Laila gets up and walks over, brushing by a bewildered Bliss. She kneels down and makes it appear as if she's checking on the woman, instead she whispers into her ear.
Laila: You underestimate people Jamie... that is why you lose at this game so many times.
Laila looks up as the bartender starts to walk over.
Laila: It's okay...just had a little too much. Don't worry we'll get her home just fine.
Laila motions for Bliss to grab Jamie's other shoulder and the two women support the groggy woman to the exit. The door leads them to the back alley of the bar. Laila pushes the woman into a pile of trash bags and then once again kneels down and grabs the face of the half conscious woman.
Laila: Oh what's the matter.... cat got your tongue....
She doesn't laugh but, still holding the chin of the woman she looks at Bliss.
Laila: You know you want to...
Bliss shakes her head.
Bliss: You're fucking nuts. I'm leaving.
She turns to go but something Laila says stops her.
Laila: I know you have unvented rage inside you Kahlan. It's keeping you from being at your full potential. It's what kept you from winning that world title. It's what kept you from winning the Sin City title back. Here is your chance to let some of it out. You really think hitting that bag every night is really helping? Does Jackson know how much hate you hold for the other red head you really wish was sitting in bags of garbage that smell like dog shit?
Bliss once again sighs and lets out a growl of anger. She doesn't turn but speaks.
Bliss: That part of my life is done. I'm not medically cleared to wrestle and besides that... I can't go back to MPW. It's been too long. I'll get shoved back into obscurity and I worked too fucking hard to get into the World division for that.
Laila: So that means you should wallow around all day with dirty hair and sweat pants? Watching re-runs of Friends while you eat a bowl of popcorn? I've seen you Kahlan. I've been to your place to meet Jackson for one thing or another. You've let domestic life consume you.
Bliss turns and advances on Laila. She winds up to hit her but stops merely centimetres from her face.
Laila: It's not me you want to hit Kahlan.
She looks down at Jamie who is starting to come to.
Laila: Go ahead. It will make you feel better.
Bliss: She could press charges...
Laila shakes her head.
Laila: She's not going to. She's got too much pride. She'll just sick her corporate lackeys on us
Bliss: That's what you want isn't it... You purposely start wars... Why?
Laila smirks and avoids her questions.
Laila: Just hit her. Pretend its someone else...
Bliss looks down at Jamie and suddenly it's Roxi she's looking at. With a burst of anger she sucker punches the woman in the stomach a few times. She then give one to her face, causing a trickle of blood to run out the side of her mouth. Bliss suddenly stops when she feels her knuckles burning. The skin has cracked on one of them. But what really phases her is that some of Jamie's blood has smeared there. She backs up, a look of fear and regret on her face.
She closes her eyes a second, turns and walks away without another word. Laila's laughter haunts her as she walks away.
Laila looks after her a minute but Jamie's groan of hurt draws her attention back. She shakes her head, lifts the woman up and walks out toward the street where she hails a cab. While waiting she manages to pull out the woman's wallet, finds her hotel information and pulls out a hundred dollar bill. A cab pulls up and Laila pushes the woman inside and hands the cabbie the bill.
Laila: Take her to her hotel. She's had a little too much to drink. If she doesn't move on her own just tell the concierge she needs help to her room.
She shuts the door before the cabbie can say anything. She walks away as the cab screeches off
***
Clash... are you ready for round two?
It will just be you and I this time and I fear for your safety my friend. You see what I am capable of. You see who my friends are but that is not what makes me something to fear. No... that is simply because I am an unstoppable force. I have no real emotions except anger. Rage. An undeniable hunger to make those that deserve it suffer mercilessly at my hands. Some... would feel guilt about having blood on their hands, but not me Clash.
I revel in the feel of bathing in the pain that I will inflict on you yet again. That I will continue to bring down on your head and those you care for. You think that feeling in your stomach is love for Christina but I tell you now... it's not. Love is a fairy tale invented by fools. You are a fool Johnny...and that emotion is going to get you killed. Slaughtered all for the wrong reasons.
I almost feel a little remorse for what I'm about to do to you. Almost feel bad for all the sleepless nights that Christina will watch as you fight to stay alive after I am finished with you. If you still believe that a woman couldn't do that to the fantastic Mr. Clash then you are more a fool than I originally thought.
Hold on to your lover tightly. Whisper your sweet nothings. Make her scream your name one last time because after our match, you will be lucky to be able to speak again.
This is War. I take no prisoners. No Quarter. Anybody that gets in my way will just end up another nameless victim. All for the cause. All to complete my goal of ridding MPW of the filler. As Jackson put it... Roxi came back and tried to revive all the failures. Tried to use some wonderful voodoo and surround herself with other zombies with the same kind of ideals. She chose unwisely.
If it were me in her shoes, I would have gone straight to the ones with all the power. Straight to the 'Umbrella Corporation' of MPW. Chaos incarnate....but what am I saying... I did return from the dead.... and I did just that. I chose the winning side. I chose to be a part of the group that will take out yet another useless pitiful group of wannabes....but the difference is... where there was one that was worth saving in AoA, there are none in The Resistance that I would give new life. When I am done mutating my creation... There will be no hope for anyone.
It's about time you accepted the inevitable.
The time of the Resistance is done. To be Iconic is now.
Move along old man and let the young carry on. There is no shame in admitting that you are weak, or that you are just not cut out for this anymore. I am offering something I rarely give... Mercy. My mercy is that if you leave....I won't hunt you down. I'm far from finished turning your girlfriend into an emotional jigsaw puzzle but out of what little respect I have for who you used to be, I would allow it.
But I doubt that you will run. You are a glutton for punishment and so it is my duty to give you exactly what you want. Peace from this world as I finish your career.
Enjoy this time Mr. Clash, come Sunday... your number is up.