Ticket to... (Alice)

[Lessien Melwasul]

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~Lessien stood in the middle of the ring as the waves of sound crashed over them like a violent tempest bottled for much too long. The Queen of the Mental North and the Lady of Lies had returned. In her mind? She had never even left. Heavy green locks hung in front of her dark glassed eyes, following gravity to the mat. The microphone slowly rose to the lips as the final waves crashed around her heels.~

"I'm just a girl."

~Alice whispered from the corner of her lips. The story always started the same exact way... before Betty jumped in.~

"That's the first thing she said to me. The first thing out of her

sweet

virginal

mouth. Everything that screamed for me."

~Alice looked over her shoulder at the memory.~

"I want you."

"Oh my."

~Betty acted as shocked as she could, mouthing the words.~

"I need you."

~Alice's voice became more urgent, teeth pressing against the skin of her own lips.~

"You and every other empty vessel that fills my world."

~Betty said with a dismissive wave of the hand before Alice turned inside again.~

"Oh take me."

~Betty clenched her fist

tight

picking up exactly where Alice left.~

"Makemeafuckingwoman. Takemefromthelandofmakebelieve, where demons feed you human skulls and wheel you down the abandoned lanes of your own personal, handmade hell."

~Betty recalled their history in a very personal way that ALICE was sure to get.~

"Make me whole."

~Alice moaned in overstated wanting until Betty found the ice cold focus she was looking for.~

"I'll do you one better, Stick. I'll breath the breath of life so you can feel

every

last

fucking

second that I'm with you."

~Alice opened her eyes behind the dark lenses.~

"Even when you close your eyes."

~Betty turned towards the back, raising her voice to her target in back.~

"Now's the time little girl. All aboard. The train's pulling out without you. Your window of reality is closing and the Queen never cared.

~Betty paused.~

"She never cared where you laid your golden, little head."

"Complete me!"

~Alice begged a final time, fingers brushing the skin of her own neck before dropping away with Betty's random turn.~

"In other words ALICE..."

~Alice seethed most quietly, nails pressed into the skin of her palm with jealousy, and rage.~

"Get your blond ass down here and dance with me. Off with her head!"

~Alice commanded as Betty hung her Earth worn coat over the top rope with a leather snap as thousands upon thousands upon thousands of eyes turned to the ramp to find out exactly what the hell Lessien was ranting and mumbling about today. The day she returned to it all.~

[Alice]

Big time, first live appearance. Got to look good Alice.
.......
.. Alice?
I... I... I HATE YOU LOVELESS!!! You did this... you did all of this! You heard Ms. Wallace! Even SHE thinks I'm crazy! How am I supposed to explain to people, THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE!!!... I.. I
Isn't this what you wanted?
But.. but.. NOT LIKE THIS!!!

Alice is all but shoved out through the curtain, no theme music plays, not yet. Who the hell is she? This is super, this is a debut, of a unknown person against someone who already has a standing in the professional wrestling world. "............" Alice stares blank faced out at the... many, many people.

.. Fuck me. I can almost feel Mandy laughing, right now.
S.. shu... I... oh God....

".... L- Lessien.." Alice softly speaks into the microphone. A dull whisper into a device that turns it into audible sound. Such horrible magic is science and technology. She waves slightly at some of the people near the ramp way. Nervous, sheepish. Timid.

By the way, this is live television, right?
..... !!!!

Alice clears her throat before slowly walking down off of the stage, onto the ramp. She stares down the seemingly long path to the ring. To Mellie. ".. I think we kind of.... got off on the wrong foot? I- I mean... I know somethings have happened recently, between us... and um..."

You do realize what that sounds like to the fans and the announce team, right?
... !! N-... No!

".. What I mean is... I think maybe if we talked somethings out, or.... if we had some kind of.. mediator..." Alice slowly climbs the steel steps. The fans confused and yet somewhat amused with the little bo peep as she makes her way in between the tightly wound ring ropes. Not dressed to compete, not yet anyway. Jeans, shoes, shirt. Epic national television clothing. "... I don't really think my first live appearance on television... here in GCW.. should really be a confrontational situation... you know what I mean.... Mellie.. ?" Alice poses the question, she turns her head to the fans. Waving sheepishly again. This was getting a bit hard to take.

.... You, have -GOT- to be -FUCKING- with me...
But... I, I know we have a match against her and all it's just....
Alice, for fuck sake. This is wrestling, this is entertainment! You need to grab the audience by their hair and yank the little bastards for all they're worth!
.. L-.. Loveless! What are you going to do?!

[Lessien Melwasul]

"“Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life."

~Alice mused just before Betty blew a fuse. As the small and lost child looked up from her thoughts. The delicate skin of her young face met the open handed, leather slap!!!! from a glove that was probably older than her. A slap that sent the girl reeling back to the thoughts she was just leaving. A slap that echoed from the ring to the pleasure of soulless eyes.~

"Say my name."

~Alice recovered first from Betty's ferocity.~

"My name's not Mellie, Lover."

~As the child was about to her mouth again... Betty slapped!!!!!!! the words back down her throat before they could even be heard. The crowd moaned with empathy at a girl that hooked a few with her quiet nature. You could almost feel the tears somewhere deep inside that twisted road.~

"Do you know who I am?"

"Do you even know where you fucking are???"

~Betty gave a personal guided tour around the new GCW arena with her arms in gesture. Even the rotting ghosts hadn't sucked the new out of it yet.~

"Masters? Wallace?? Your ever so current Debutante Champion??? I said say my name, Child!!!!"

~Betty was back in her face with double handed shove that created dangerous space.~

"This is the house that Lessien built, Lover!!!!!"

"On the bones of little girls like you."

[Alice]

She... she.. slapped me....
She sure did.
... I.. What do I do... ?
You're kidding right?

"... I.. " Alice was in shock. Her eyes were near twitching, her hand caressed her cheek. The stinging sensation was brutal, more so through the fact it was on national television. ".. I'm.... I'm.." Alice's emotions begin to run around in circles. The reaction of the crowd, maybe it was the lighting. It could be Mellie's constant taunting, or maybe it was the annoyance of knowing this was all Loveless' fault. Either way... Alice, was at a breaking point. "... I'm.... so.." Alice's mic had already been dropped from her fingers, she stares down at the canvas.

Hey, Alice you're not looking to good. You alright?
I'm... I'm.... SO... SICK OF THIS!!!
... Whoa..

She points at Lessien with her free hand, her jaw trembling as the words begin to flow. The level of her voice sinks in and out of being audible over the crowd. More then likely, only Mellie was hearing it. "I'm... I'm so sick.. of people like you!!... People who judge me.... people who think they understand me... I... I just want to be normal.... I just wanted to have a dream... BUT PEOPLE LIKE YOU KEEP TRYING TO STOP ME!!!" Alice, snaps. She jumps at Lessien, clawing at her all the way down until the two bodies hit the canvas. The crowd, erupts. Cat fights always sold well, despite Alice not being aware of anything at the moment, just... rage.

Holy shit! Haha.. Alice, what the hell are you doing?
I.. I.... I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!

Alice claws at Lessien's hair, trying to rip the damn roots out. She gets promptly kicked off like a child having a tantrum in a supermarket. The two run at each other, you couldn't write a script that had better stereotypical good vs evil clashes unless you worked for FOX. ".. I.... I.." Alice pulls her right arm back... unleashing a loaded right hook. Nailing Lessien in the jaw. For some reason, she can almost kind of hear members of the audience going 'ohhh noooooooo no noooo' Alice tilts her head to the side before turning her attention back to Lessien.

.... Alice..
W.. What... ?
.. Queenie's a boxer.
..............

It now, made sense. ".. UGH!!!...." Alice's body drops, bouncing slightly off of the canvas. It seemed Mellie's right hook, had just a -"little bit"- more force than Alice's. Who knew? "... Ow.." Alice is picked up, her hair entangled in Mellie's fingers. The thrill of the hunt.

Nah... nah fuck this.
W.. Wait!!

"..... Queenie... I knew you loved me.."

A dull whisper, Melwasul stares down, a open hand palm strikes up as she does. She stumbles back for a second. Loveless stands up, cracking her neck before laughing softly under her breath. She rushes in, her arms firmly wrapping themselves around the Red Queen's waist. An embrace? In the middle of a fight, Loveless holds Melwasul tightly before a snicker and a whisper;

"... I love the scent of your fury.... it's.. intoxicating...."

A sadistic laugh as she's thrusted off be a shove, another clash ensues. Fists and knees flying in every which way, it was almost hard to keep up with which body part belonged to whom ;D

[Lessien Melwasul]

'Booooooooooo'

~Betty's attention snapped to the ramp, the sound of the ghosts anger could only mean one thing... the ever faithful security force had come to extinguish the moment. Masters hated to give away the 'merchandise' for free. Betty hated Masters in a general way, but that was another story that would never be told.~

"Fuck."

~No time. No hesitation. Betty took three measured steps and cold caved in the side of ALICE's head with a blinding hook as security tackled her at the end of it, slamming Lessien's form to the canvas. The others whisked ALICE to the opposite corner and held her half up and half back.~

"Without hesitation..."

~Betty squirmed free, pushing them off and getting back to her feet. But she made no move to re-engage. There was no need. She was in ALICE's head, and she and her name on the dotted line. That Cheshire grin before Betty laughed out loud. It was not a pleasant sound.~

"Get off me."

~She commanded some nervous tick guard boy away from her as she retrieved her coat. Walking the line in front of ALICE before pausing on the apron's edge. Alice wanted to turn her pretty little head into a lampshade. Betty was inclined to let her.~

"Tick tock, Lover."

~She pointed at a watch she never, ever wore. A watch that wasn't there as it counted down to Exodus... she jumped down from the apron and on to the ramp.... slowly like she owned everything while the ghosts protested every step she took away. Almost unseen, she brushed an arm across her jaw which had been rocked

hard.~