Whose On Top Debutante.

[Lessien Melwasul]

Bazztard: Well, you knew this was coming. What would Mind Games be without Lessien Melwasul? It would be like a twinkie without the shelf life.

Graciela: Or a slice of heaven without the hell?

Bazztard: Cute. Speaking of Mind Game, it was just last week Lessien turned everything on its proverbial head by demanding to be paired with Jennifer Drew, only to watch her get destroyed by the Complete Shot from Crymson.

Graciela: With partners like that, who needs germ warfare?

Bazztard: Obscure but point taken.

Graciela: Actually, that's all in the world of professional wrestling and the Top Debutante can handle all of that. What has me concerned is Lessien's meddling in more ... personal ... affairs. Rumor has it Lessien and Deirdre were seen together in a local and very, very, very low life bar on the edge of civilized Chicago.

Bazztard: You're civilized? I mean you've been holding out on me?

Graciela: A woman always keeps her secrets. It's the way of things.

Bazztard: Well it's no secret Jennifer's state of mind, that's for sure. She has been loud and clear. It's time for the mind games to end.

Graciela: _{Kill me.}

"I'm just a girl."

~The form of Lessien raised her head slowly.~

_{To be continued...}

[Lessien Melwasul]

"who doesn't fade to black."

"Jennifer Drew, the mistress of fucking lies, oh how I am growing to despise you on levels I'm just now exploring."

"Getting to know you."

"Getting to know the real nasty piece of work you really are."

~The form of Lessien toured the ring as the crowd was relentless with its own version of hate. Only a few got Lessien and they had parental issues that would have made Lessien physically sick from the lack of caring. She could only nod her head.~

"The hero writes the history."

"These ghosts sing your endless song while I flash pure, blinding light on the gaps between the lines."

~Alice pointed a hand in accusation.~

"You ran her away from me..."

"Lover, you shoved her off a train traveling at a million miles an hour."

"I could only count to three when you did."

"Little Paper Drew, you can draw all the lines you want it won't erase the fact that one on one? The only place you and I can be alone..."

~Betty smirked into the hard camera to her left.~

"One on one we are one and one so stick that into your final page and turn it child while I finish writing this book."

~Betty looked cold and serious, as she did so well.~

"You ARE the Top Debutante. You ARE worthy of that belt I made. But you are NOT numbering the pages and you are NOT writing this story. I am!!

~Betty lost her cool until Alice found it again.~

"Pretty story tell..."

~And just when Betty was about to open her mouth, to write another line in the story of Lessien and Jen, the music began to play...

[Jennifer Drew]

I guess tunnel vision was the best way to describe it as I walked down the ramp. I was doing my best to stay focused on th boring professional bit but I was mad. And shouty. But there's going to be time for that in a minute. A little after I made it to the ring with my mic and gave her the big staredown.

You know, maybe there is something deeply disgusting about me as a person. Maybe the title has changed me a little. Maybe I'm just as guilty after I danced on the edge of sanity and brought this on myself and consequently everyone I know.

Well that sucked. Stupid owning up to everything. Now for the part where everyone will probably want to turn down their sets.



But for YOU to stand out here and call ME a liar?

The truth's been flowing out of me as loud as my hair.I've said every single girl who's given me a serious challenge for this was bat shit insane in her own special way and that it would be dangerous if she came anywhere near here.

I've said that they know how much she means to me, how much it would destroy me inside to have to stand there and witness her getting hurt, how it might make me homicidal if I had to go on the internet the next day and hear people discussing the finer points of how she took a chair shot that could have killed her.

And I said every time that it was a very real possibility.

And I'll be damned if I wasn't right EVERY SINGLE TIME!

And I'm the villain? For having some real concern for one of the handful of people who hasn't kicked my ass to the curb?

Honey, you're dead wrong.

If you're writing the end of this I want the reviews to say something like a “bloodsoaked orgy of revenge.” Because that's the only reason I allowed you to set foot in here against me this time. I'm just going to assume you authorized DEFCON 1 when you were out with Dee Dee and let my imagination run wild.

All over your face.

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Betty took a step back towards the end of Drew's plans for her precious face.~

"She said, she said, she said, you said, me."

~Betty let her Earth worn jacket fall open a bit, her wrestling gear on display beneath.~

"At this rate you'll never find the truth. You'll never find out how she feels. You'll never know what happened after the door closed and you rested your ever so fucking heavy and caring head!!!!"

~More disgust in the tone of voice. It dripped.~

"Unless......"

~Betty caught Alice's line of thinking, acting surprised and pleased.~

"Oh yes, unless we just bring her down here to make things ever so clear so that even you can read it. Read it from behind the lies you think are so real."

~Betty turned to the ramp like a game show host that didn't hide the actual contempt they secretly held for the people that paid their asses.~

"It's the hard life, Lover. You think that's some kind of catch phrase!?"

"I'm just a"

"Shut up!! The hard life is all about the reality child. So let Deirdre be your fucking guide through the land you've forgotten to lay a foot on in years."

~That Indie music began to play on cue ----

[Deirdre Hahn]

That's my cue.

I don't know what got me to this point but whatever it was really did the job because I'd apparently reached the point. The point when all I could do was continue the long march down to the ring as Jennifer looked on clearly not even knowing how to feel.

I had a nice close up view of her from the floor by the apron when I saw her expression change and her mouthing “God damn it.” It's when that long dying inside process began since I knew exactly what she was thinking as she stood there frozen in place...

[Jennifer Drew]

I'm about to get hit in the head.

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Metallic Snap!!!!!!!!!!!!!~

~Drew's instincts were as sharp as ever. But distractions only take a second as the roll of washers buried in the form of Lessien's fist exploded with some even flying into the crowd or landing at ringside long before Drew's body did. It was a spectacular impact even by GCW standards as collective groan escaped the lips of all who hadn't blinked. Lessien walked through the punch and threw the spent roll of metallic washers down to the canvas, shaking her hand as it throbbed in equal pain. But at least she was conscious as Jennifer Drew dropped at a sick angle.~

~Alice smiled at Deirdre was unadulterated blood lust as Betty continued to shake her hand. The crowd was thunder in her ears as she ripped away her leather coat and tossed it to the ringside floor. She circled like a shark two times, knowing exactly what she was going to do next. Alice had eyes for only Deirdre and Betty pointed to her and then a steel chair at ringside.~

"Give it to me!!"

~Nothing happened, and Betty and Alice screamed together.~

"Now!!!!"

[Deirdre Hahn]

I didn't know it was going to be this bad.



Is she going to be alright?







I don't want to be next.



Actually seeing something like this was just too much and I was shaking as I picked up the chair and slid it in the ring still gripping it loosely. Maybe I can keep this from going any further.

Please...no more...

[Lessien Melwasul]

~It was a moment that would be played and re-played and played one more time... analyzed to death. The crowd absolutely detonated as the chair had slid through. Alice's heart beat at the requisite million miles an hour as Betty took the chair from Deirdre's hold like it wasn't even there. Eyes looked down upon her as she paused. Betty's voice picked up by the ringside microphone.~

"This is what you wanted, Lover!"

~Alice blew her kiss as Betty turned to work again, bending down and threading Drew's most dangerous leg through the framework of the chair and letting it fall to the canvas. Eyes turned to the top turnbuckle, the body always followed... passing Deirdre as they went. Betty played the part perfectly, when she was actually pulling all the strings... strings and ropes and things as she climbed. She rarely went up top. But when she did she never missed.

Never.

She even sat on the top turnbuckle to take her aim. Careful and precise, she stood and before taking to the air... put her hand over her so called heart and pointed to Deirdre.

"My heart."

~Alice soared.~

~Metallic Crack!!!!!!!!!!~

~The form of Lessien landed dead eye, snapping the chair around Drew's kicky little fucking leg.~

Bazztard: Oh my God!!!!!!!!!

~Lessien rolled through to the other side of the ring and hung her self over the second rope and smiled that Cheshire grin absorbing it all through her sweat stained skin and heaving breath... thinking heaven must be exactly like this. Alice found Deirdre and smiled only for her, offering a hand through that second rope as she did.~

[Deirdre Hahn]

I feel sick. I let her pull me into the ring. I don't have the fight left in me and it just seems like the way to get things over faster.

I can't even look at Jennifer down on the ground like that. Not even to see if she's moving. Not even to see if there's something broken. All I can do is just stand there and wish this was the end.

[Lessien Melwasul]

Graciela: I think I'm going to be sick.

Bazztard: I think I'm going to speechless.

~Lessien's lips pressed the back of Deirdre's hand before she raised it, and her own, far above their heads like they had just brought home the gold in the grandest display of wrestling there has ever been. Every move, every scene, every word carefully crafted for maximum replay value on TV and in mind.~

Bazztard: Lessien Melwasul has completely destroyed the champion with the help of ...

Graciela: Deirdre? Why???

~Alice kept the hand held in hers as Betty had retrieved one of the fallen microphones... her breath

heavy

and

full.~

"Lover ....."

"Love me ....."

"Oh Lover, fuck Hong Kong ... welcome to the space between the lines where I rule ALWAYS! It doesn't matter who has the title!"

"Gold has no value here."

"Oh Jennifer, you've crossed the line into my heart and I hope you enjoy your stay."

~She kicked the remains of the steel chair free from Drew's battered leg. But whatever damage may have been done? That wasn't going to help much. Alice wrapped an arm around Deirdre's waist and held her close, trembling flesh more delightful.~

"Take her home."

"I'm taking it all, Alice. Haven't you heard?"

~Betty smirked down at the heap.~

"Mind Games, Top Debutante. Iron Woman.

All

night

long."

~Alice's fingers snaked in Deirdre's hair pulled roughly back to expose the long sensual neck as the mutually sickening pair stood over the the Champion.~

Bazztard: This may be the most sickening thing to go down in a GCW ring. Period.

~It started to fade away.~

Bazztard: How badly is the Champion hurt both mentally and now physically? Will she even make Mind Games or has Lessien Melwasul and Deirdre already played the final hand. There's only one way to find out Mind Games.

Graciela: Lessien had better hope she's dead!

~And with that Lessien's promo ended.~

~It never ends.~