News Flash(open)

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Cameras catch the distinct figure of Lessien Melwasul making her return to the Redundant Tower, fresh from Absolution. Flash bulbs annoy the fuck out of her, she turns her face against each one. Flash. Flash. Flash. That was three for the front page. Flash. Power 10, number one with a fucking bullet. Look again, that wasn't you.~

Lessien!

Lessien!

~A microphone, that television voice. The television question mandated by the future white haired men of America. The last original thought that lot had died with a flash of thigh.~

Lessien, welcome back to Chicago. Any comment on

The state of this company? The state of wrestling journalism everywhere? Or the way your eyes linger on my neck a second too long? No? Oh, let me guess. You want a comment about Absolution.

~Betty pushed the cameras aside with a trenched arm, only the voice of television and a single camera hung with her as she entered the building.~

Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson after wards.

~Alice teased behind tight lips.~

Did you honestly fucking think Veranica Styles, Gypsy Fucking Rhoades, or any other virgin of the long hard road was going to step in front of me? On a PPV no less with a title on the line?

~Betty's voice was nothing less than absolutely incredulous.~

The mind wanders.

And Lover, you've fucking lost yours. The only person that had a fucking shot was that over hyped, pink haired, turnbuckle pad named Jennifer Drew.

The lies.

Oh the fucking endless lies I had heard about her. Fuck me for believing them. Fuck her for even trying.

~The belt? Don't you fucking worry, Lover. It was on her shoulder right where it belonged for anyone who might have been watching in the halls or the relative safety of their own home.~

Not only did you claim the top prize in the women's division. But you have claimed the first slot in the final event of the season. The Absolute Ruler is what

That noise, Lover? The words from your lips are killing me slowly and a thousand times. A thousand times too many. One time was more than enough. Absolute Ruler? Please, I absolutely fucked up The Avenger. I absolutely took the number one man in this business and turned him into my number one bitch. Fact. He can move on. He can pretend it never happened. But that just proves we are better than them. Denial, he's a bigger girl than I'll ever aspire to be. You hear me Avenger!?

~Betty turns a sharp flash of teeth to the lens.~

You're my bitch, Lover.

Forever more.

Remember.

~Betty turned a corner, quick step up the hall heading in.~

Every step is mine to take.

Here's your news flash. Women, men, little worms like you? It's all the same.

I'm just a girl.

And I'm the only Champion that matters until one of you opens your fucking eyes

Look at me.

and tries to take my place. Because stepping around, closing your eyes and pretending it all didn't just happen? That's a disgrace.

That's lie

for the whole world to see.

~Lessien moves through a door called private, and that's exactly what it was. Her dressing room, where she exhales after the endless stream of truth, justice and the way it fucking is, was and would be as long as she could hold on to that edge she fucking sharpened one stroke at a time. Three years? That edge would cut your fucking head off if you weren't careful. She took another

long

hard

breath and sat in front of the mirror.~

[Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades]

She couldn't argue, seeing the "Fan-fare," seeing Globalcwproductions.com. Lessien proved herself to be a beast at Absolution. The road-block, the highly set bar of GCW. It wasn't hard to know where Lessien went, as the reporters hadn't dissipated quite yet. She'd bide her time, wait for them to do so. Herself? She felt a little shot from the pay per view, and at MayheM, she was seeking redemption. Most of the roster was off this weekend, only a select few having to be in Louisiana, Amy, not one of those. Instead, she had two weeks to prepare, for what she was to do.

"Now is my chance..."

The last of the reporters make their way down the hall, rounding the corner. It was Amy's turn with the Champion. If Amy was going to go down chasing the moniker of the Top Debutante, she'd do it in style... none of that flash knock out crap from Absolution.

Her knuckles rattle the door, momentarily, calling to the inside...

"Not the press!"

[Lessien Melwasul]

Then what good are you to me?

~Came Betty's sharp reply. She didn't like the press but she knew exactly how to use them to her advantage. Fortunately for Rhoades, the door was unlocked. But if she was waiting for an invitation in? She was more insane than her would be hostess.~

We're all crazy here.

Runaway

leave

die alone.

~Betty lit a cigarette, as Alice caught herself in the mirror.~

[Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades]

"Heee-e-eyyyyyy.... whoa now...

There's a little something that I'm here for, and it's something that I'm not going to leave without... This is Rhoades..."

She speaks through the door, not knowing if it was unlocked. She did already get the "Get the fuck outta here" vibe already, but she was determined to prove herself. She glances down at the door handle, figuring she could always try that before kicking the door in if necessary to get exactly what she wants. A new fire has lit inside of her, and she'll be damned if that one gets extinguished...

"And it's a little..." She grasps the door knob, her voice showing a slight surprise that it was open when she twists it. Not fully knowing what she is doing, just going through the motions, the door is opened in front of her, finding Lessien within the room, confined in a growing smoke-screen... "... redemption, Lessien. You kicked my ass at Absolution and got that knock out on me to pin me. I didn't go down in the war that I promised would be required to stop me from getting the belt you're wearing. I want that, but I know I've got to earn it... and I want to start at MayheM, me against you, in a non-title match up."

She doesn't budge from the doorway, instead watching Lessien closely, not breaking any eye contact offered.

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Eye contact? She got plenty of that, if you could call it that. Her ever present black glasses always kept the lights off her eyes. But contact? Oh, there was always contact to be had. People could feel it when she had her eyes locked

hard

on them. That wasn't the only thing that was hard as the laughter from her throat was the same. She leaned back in her chair, muting another nipping dog at her heels on the television screen. A long trail of smoke escapes before she speaks.~

I don't care what you want, Lover.

~She turned back to her mirror, playing less that amused in the reflective glass.~

You have no power here.

~Alice's voice sounded thick as a Lotus Eater and as distant and as uncaring as she could be. Far away from lowly creatures like Amy "Something" Rhoades and Veranica Styles.~

You're the distant past.

[Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades]

"See, here's the thing. I may be the "distant past" of a Sunday ago, but you? You have GCW gold. You wrestle in... A GCW ring. Call me your past all that you want, but I'm also your future. Just like every woman in here. Shrug us off all that you want, but you KNOW that one of use will be standing across the ring from you sooner than later. Whether it be the loudmouth "unburnable" one on the television right now, or me, or even Isadora coming back to upstage you. There's always a little something called... "Next time."

And I want that at MayheM. Whether or not I have to go to Banks, or even Wallace to get it."

[Lessien Melwasul]

I don't envy you, Lover. I really don't.

Let me tell you exactly where you are, follow me.

~Betty turned in her chair to face the virgin road standing in front of her door and taking another
long

sweet

drag.~



That's right, Lover. I tell you where you stand. Not the other way around. Especially when you don't know where you are. The last thing you've done around here is get your ass beat by me, by your own fucking admission. You were fine up until that

last

fucking

step where you think that entitles to you to a rematch of any kind with me. Especially with this pathetic display. Knocking on doors ever so politely. Doors never open that way.

~Alice waves a lazy hand.~

Oh please, may I have some more? What is this? Fucking Oliver? Are you going to break into song about the cold hard world we live in, Lover? You going to sing about the way you wish it could be? The fact is Amy, you go to the bottom of the barrel. You and that yapping lap dog Styles. So don't expect a helping hand from me to get you back up where you obviously don't belong. Go cry to whoever you like, child. If they have half a head for the way things really work? They'll give you a map and a pat on the ass. Maybe, a 'better luck next time' or 'Maybe next week.'

~Betty scoffed. It sounded exactly like something management would say.~

That's more than you'll fucking get from me.

~Alice grinned behind a smokey veil.~

Its more than you deserve behind the lies you live in.

Heaven forbid, whatever you do? Don't go out there and actually earn it. Don't go out there and give the world no fucking choice but make you the new #1 contendor. No, you're pathetic crying is a much better plan I'm sure.

~Betty holds the cigarette between her fingers as the smoke curls towards the ceiling.~

You make me sick, Virgin Road. Why don't you turn around and head back where you belong.

Far away from me.

[Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades]

"As if that's not what I had in mind in the first place, Champ... Only figured it right to do it with the champion first. You don't want to "knock me down" again, fuck it. I'll take out that loudmouth, part for me, part for some notice towards that belt. I have a month to get myself back in that picture where I know I belong."

The door shuts along with her exit. Next thing is, getting a match with Lessien or Veranica first.

[Lessien Melwasul]

Beware. Some liars tell the truth.

~Alice tried her best to warn Betty, but it fell on deaf ears.~

No Alice, not this time. She lies to herself a hundred more times than she could ever lie to me. She can go find whoever she wants. It won't change the fact that I just set her ass free.

What else would the truth do?

Hm.

~Betty ground out the glowing tip into an ashtray. They had two weeks to find something interesting. They had two weeks to find something new. Already the bloated roster of the GCW was thick with fucking decay. But the light would always find a way. Something new would find its way to her.~