Post by Lessien Melwasul on Jan 29, 2008 3:13:23 GMT -5
Is that all you fucking got!?!?!?
~Betty ripped the microphone out of the announcer's hand, blood flying from the corner of her swollen lips. That was her eloquence tonight.~
Is that it!?!?!?!?
~They stumbled across the ring after a billion and one straight up ass kickings. Lessien didn't do fucking tricks. She wasn't no Matrix reject bending time like it was fucking 2001 all over again. Ugly, smash mouth, call the Tooth Fairy to ring side so she could fucking retire.~
This is GCW!?!?!?!?
~Betty fell into the corner, face first as Alice's fingers graced the belt straps. A single, violent tempest she jerked and spun HER title up with her, it's one end whipping through the air until it swung over her shoulder. Alice licked her swollen lips and spit blood that was her own and probably a clown face nothers.~
This is the fucking new!?!?!?
~Pure, and utter contempt for every new name, face and idea as cameras switched frantic to try and capture her face, her soul and the sea of ghosts rebelled at her every last word. She fell out of the fram again, leaving only her voice.~
Come on!!!!!!!!
~Betty motioned to the back, to anybody, dropping the microphone as she did. There was no poetry in her mind, only pain and blurred lights as everything burned with blunted pain. But why the fuck stop now!? Four fights. Five fights.
All
night
fucking
long!
She was beaten to a pulp beyond even her own special reason or recognition. That was how the Reign of Lessien had finally begun, with her own near fucking death experience. There was no bright light and her family wasn't gathered on the other side. There was only Alice dancing in the low flames of pain the covered her essence at this point in time.~
~Cameras finally lock on the face of Lessien, hanging grotesquely and serene over the second rope. her legs sprawled useless and spent beneath her with nothing less than orgasmic fucking hate personified to the lens, to the fans, to the announcer screaming her name over and over and over a-fucking-gain.~
~Alice mumbled gibberish and an unending stream of quotes half forgotten and half beaten out of her. Each one having something to do with time until there was no fucking doubt it was actually her time she was transfixed on with the kind of clarity that only Alice could bring.~
What's going to happen at Mayhem!?
Is this really the face of the Top Debutante!?
~The final questions of the night, though a thousand more were surely waiting. All rights were fucking reserved as Absolution went off the air for her.~
~Betty ripped the microphone out of the announcer's hand, blood flying from the corner of her swollen lips. That was her eloquence tonight.~
Is that it!?!?!?!?
~They stumbled across the ring after a billion and one straight up ass kickings. Lessien didn't do fucking tricks. She wasn't no Matrix reject bending time like it was fucking 2001 all over again. Ugly, smash mouth, call the Tooth Fairy to ring side so she could fucking retire.~
This is GCW!?!?!?!?
~Betty fell into the corner, face first as Alice's fingers graced the belt straps. A single, violent tempest she jerked and spun HER title up with her, it's one end whipping through the air until it swung over her shoulder. Alice licked her swollen lips and spit blood that was her own and probably a clown face nothers.~
This is the fucking new!?!?!?
~Pure, and utter contempt for every new name, face and idea as cameras switched frantic to try and capture her face, her soul and the sea of ghosts rebelled at her every last word. She fell out of the fram again, leaving only her voice.~
Come on!!!!!!!!
~Betty motioned to the back, to anybody, dropping the microphone as she did. There was no poetry in her mind, only pain and blurred lights as everything burned with blunted pain. But why the fuck stop now!? Four fights. Five fights.
All
night
fucking
long!
She was beaten to a pulp beyond even her own special reason or recognition. That was how the Reign of Lessien had finally begun, with her own near fucking death experience. There was no bright light and her family wasn't gathered on the other side. There was only Alice dancing in the low flames of pain the covered her essence at this point in time.~
~Cameras finally lock on the face of Lessien, hanging grotesquely and serene over the second rope. her legs sprawled useless and spent beneath her with nothing less than orgasmic fucking hate personified to the lens, to the fans, to the announcer screaming her name over and over and over a-fucking-gain.~
~Alice mumbled gibberish and an unending stream of quotes half forgotten and half beaten out of her. Each one having something to do with time until there was no fucking doubt it was actually her time she was transfixed on with the kind of clarity that only Alice could bring.~
What's going to happen at Mayhem!?
Is this really the face of the Top Debutante!?
~The final questions of the night, though a thousand more were surely waiting. All rights were fucking reserved as Absolution went off the air for her.~