Lyah Lindberg was restless, and it was early in the morning as she cuddled up under the blankets to her boyfriend, Drake Green. Drake stirred a little before pulling away.
Drake: "What are you doing? The sun is barely up. Go back to bed."
Lyah ignores his request, instead she scoots closer and playfully tickles Drake, who again pulls away and throws an elbow back towards her, not to hurt her, to simply nudge her back. Lyah takes the hint, sliding away and tossing her legs off the bed. She quickly picks up her pajama pants from the floor and slides them on.
Lyah: "No idea why you've been such an asshole lately, but its wearing thin on me Drake. There's only so many times I can brush it off. Go back to sleep."
Lyah walks out of the bedroom in the condo that the couple share, stopping in the hallway. She places her hand to her mouth and nervously bites on the tips of her black-polished fingernails, running her other hand through her hair.
Lyah: "Screw this...I can't do it."
Lyah marches back into the bedroom, raising her voice.
Lyah: "I don't care if you want to sleep, you're going to hear me out. Dude, I've tried showing you how much I care about you. I signed a contract for you, I've been traveling with you, when you know good and well that this meeting new people thing is nerve-racking for me. I've tried to be the sweet little girlfriend in front of your business partner friends even though they were mostly stuck up, rich assholes. What else do I have to do?"
Drake has sat up at this point, looking irritated more than anything.
Drake: "Are you really doing this right now, at 6:23 in the morning? Jesus Christ, Lyah, you aren't the only one who has made sacrifices for us. Do you think I like being called a cradle robber? Do you think its flattering when half of the time we go out, people compliment me on how beautiful my DAUGHTER is? Or how about the fact that I get dragged into all of your pointless twitter arguments? For fucks-sake, this isn't about you or me, its about us."
Lyah: "You've been a douche lately, dude. I haven't done anything, but you snap at me every time I turn around. If I'm that much of an inconvenience, just let me know and I'll be out of your hair. It should take me all of twenty minutes to pack, not like I have a lot of stuff anyways."
Lyah again storms out of the bedroom, leaving Drake to shake his head. She reaches the living room and pulls out her iPad that Drake had gotten her for her birthday on October 31st. She starts recording a video, her blonde hair still in 'bed head' mode, but she could care less.
Lyah: "So, I'm in the tournament to crown a number one contender for Mikah's championship, and what do you know, I have to face the Bombshell Roulette champion and someone with a hell of a lot more experience than me. If you think that's going to scare me off, again, Marky Mark-wrong. At first I thought you were an asshole just because, but now I think it runs deeper. You have some sick obsession with Drake, and personally I think you need to seek help, but whatever."
Lyah brushes the hair out of her face.
Lyah: "So, all four of my fans out there, this video is for you, assuming you haven't decided to use the bathroom during my first two matches here. Thanks for the nickname of 'Bathroom Break' Mikah, very classy and I think it fits me perfectly."
Drake walks out, in shorts and see's Lyah recording on her iPad. He turns around and returns to the bedroom without Lyah noticing he was there in the first place.
Lyah: "One thing I can say about myself is that no matter what is put in front of me, I'll give one hundred and ten percent and I think I've done that so far. Two matches, two dubs, that's wins for you people out there who don't speak weirdo like I do. It isn't about winning or losing though, its about proving to the world that I'm not just Drake's girlfriend, I actually have a name and it is Lyah. Spelled with a y, not an eah...because, my birth mom, whoever she is must have been high that day.
Despite my smart remarks, I do want to say its an honor to be involved in this tournament, especially in a match with two proven wrestlers like Melanie and Jessie. Mark is trying to punish me, but in a way, this is a reward to me because whether I win or end up looking up at the lights, I'm going to learn from these two. Not like I haven't been learning from Drake or anything, y'know, just the record setting World Champion here, but still...knowledge is knowledge.
Why should you, yes you fans watching this, why should you believe that I can beat Jessie and Melanie? I honestly can't answer that, all I can do is tell you that this might be a match you should skip the bathroom break on. I've been picking up some new moves throughout the weeks and I think I'm getting better...I'll let you be the judge of that though."
Her sleepy-esque eyes don't break from the iPad as she continues.
Lyah: "I respect both Jessie and Melanie, and that isn't just the corporate, good girl thing because lets face it, I honestly give two shits about being a goody good, despite what Alexis might want you think if you read her tweets. I respect them because they have both accomplished something here in SCW, which isn't a place where the talentless prosper. In order to truly make it here, you have to have talent, which probably explains why Veronica Taylor is pretty irrelevant right now."
Lyah laughs a little.
Lyah: "Ouch, that might have been a low blow, good thing good 'ol Vero doesn't have any equipment downstairs or that would really hurt. Okay, let me get focused."
She inhales a deep breath and fans her face, mockingly being dramatic.
Lyah: "My name is Lyah Freakin Lindberg and I'm more than Drake Green's girlfriend. I'm a bad ass chick who likes to wrestle and occasionally take awkward selfies with fans because I think they are pretty bad ass too. If anyone has a problem with it, that's fine with me, we can throw down. Jessie, you've been around for awhile, longer than Mel or myself, you probably need this win the most. Melanie is already a champion and nobody expects me to win. I wouldn't call you desperate for the win, but a loss would do you no good. Hate to break it down to you chica, but I'm not a pushover. While I respect you, I'll still be trying to kick your ass once that bell rings.
And Melanie, miss Roulette champion, how do you like your chances in this match? You have to be the favorite, I mean you're currently wearing gold, right? How the eff would losing to SCW's bathroom break look on your resume? Would be a pretty crappy situation, right?"
Lyah keeps a straight face despite the horribly cheesy line, a trademark of hers.
Lyah: "I have the least to lose, take that with a side of salt Mark Ward! Nobody expects me to be able to win against these two, but unfortunately also for Mark Ward, I don't lay down for anyone. I won't be an 'easy win' for Melanie or Jessie. If they want this win, they're going to have to beat me pretty bad, mess up whatever pretty looks I apparently have. Here's the thing though, I'm a freaking bombshell, not some model who is worried about breaking a nail or busting my lip open. I wrestled with a severely beat up knee...in my first match ever. I can confidently say that whether I win or lose, I'm going to show the world that I'm more than just another pretty face here in SCW. But, if you'll excuse me, I have a grouchy boyfriend to go jump on to annoy right now. Peace out, bitches."
Lyah stops recording, but is in no mood to actually go mess with Drake again. Instead, the blonde heads to the kitchen and begins going to work on breakfast, hoping the smell will not only calm Drake down, but maybe make him a bit more approachable.
