Who? (Spoil the child)

[Lessien Melwasul]

~The ghosts howled their approval as Good had her hand raised high. The sound was not deafening or loud. That match. Her match would be called the Trash of the Night on several internet sites that she would never read. The internet was for those who were afraid of the real fucking deal. But they would be right none the less. On a PPV showing, Lessien's form had been late and one step off

all

night

long.~

"Uuhh"

~Betty held the back of her skull and neck so Alice wouldn't fall out and die alone.~

"..."

~Alice had no words as she swam around and around and around and around and around and around and around the skull bone. Betty carried them up the ramp instead. The Stick was fast. The stick was young. The stick was smiling in the light and it

pissed

her

off. All the way to the back and her locker room. To the cacophony of metal slamming closed that temporarily drowned out the annoying victory song and then? Sweet feel of the cold wood on her spine as she laid back on the

long

bench and exhaled.~