The Media Circus That Never Was (Invite)

[Lilith]

After the purely devastating events that took place during her meeting with Jonny boy, Lilith wasn't exactly in the best of moods. She'd managed to have a famous mood swing of hers, and end up going from crying to pissed the fuck off in no time flat. Trademark mental instability is always good to have. She'd left the Tower, something about going from one ex to another didn't sit well with her right now, she'd meet with Sylas when she was more with it. Right now?

Right now it was time to get utterly God damned plastered.

Lilith edges her way down streets and past useless landmarks, just as she closes in on the Cafe. A van pulls up beside her and opens in a frenzy, instantly Lilith realizes the worst has happened.

It's far worse than any potential hit, any professional who may have been hired to kill her would have mercy enough to for go what was about to take place.

The media.

"... Fuck."

The reporters swarm out of the van quickly and promptly, in uniform fashion. They make their way over to Lilith, tape recorders and microphones are thrusted in her direction. Lilith hangs her head for a second before the demonic like event of them asking questions begins.

"Lilith, Lilith! Is it true that-"

Lilith slams her bare hand over the microphone, she takes in a deep breath before cracking her neck once.

".... You know, there was a time. Long ago, when I CRAVED the buzz and attention of you little leech like sorry excuses for human beings. I truly, truly lived for it. See how well that turned out?

There is, nothing to ask. I'm not answering, any of your fucking questions. Now, fuck off."

Lilith lets go of the mic, she begins to turn away. At this point in her life, she could care less about the media circus that used to entangle her life back in the "Golden Days". At this point, the only real thing on her mind, was how fast she could get to the bottom of a pitcher, a pitcher, of hard Vodka. Yet... the leeches... they don't let it go.

"So then it's true that you already met with your ex husband, the GCW Continental Champion, Jon Pryor? How did that go Lilith? Are there any hostilities between the two of you?"

Lilith twitches. You can't be fucking serious. She'd been in that Tower all of maybe 15 minutes, she knew that news traveled fast... but she could have sworn that you needed a permit to break the sound barrier. She snaps her body around, batting a tape recorder out of one of the men's hands, it bounces against the pavement and cracks. She grabs the head nut by his collar and huffs harshly.

"... Maybe, I didn't make myself clear. There is, no story here for you. I... hate, you leeches. Parasites... misery whore mongers who have nothing better to do, than wait and pray for another bomb to be dropped in another third world country....

I... am not giving you, any kind of information, about anything I am here for, or take part in while I'm here. Now... once again.... as I said before...

FUCK, OFF!"

Lilith shoves the man back to his group of vampiric like cronies. She turns her back on the media circus that tried, but failed... and makes her way into the GCW Cafe. Looking around she sighs, shaking her head. Another place that didn't change that much. She felt saddened about that. Making her way to an empty table, a waiter quickly makes his way to her.

"Hello, how can I help you today?"

"... Vodka. Hard... rocked.. double, I don't really care if you mix it with a chaser or not. Just... Vodka, needs to be on this table."

"... I see. Will that be all?"

"Yes. Vodka, and Vodka, with another fucking side... of Vodka. Thanks."

The waiter, looking a little shaken and disturbed, leaves to fill Lilith's order. She on the other hand, is in a world of rage and emotional fuckery. Yeah, that's a word. Google that shit. Fuckery. As of right now, a word. My gift to you. Lilith cracks her fingers loudly before leaning her head back softly against the back of her chair.

".... I fucking hate this town..."

[Lessien Melwasul]

"I see dead people."

~Alice's voice broke through the smoke and Betty's 'Drew' laced thoughts. It was all she thought about day and night. She was going to be the champion again. Most importantly she was going to wipe the shiny happy film from the Main Event scene via a three part play that began with Mayhem.~

"It's the state of the fucking-"

~Betty's rather languid reply stuck in her throat as her sensitive eyes found the source of Alice's proclamation. It wasn't poetry ... she really did see dead people, and Betty? Betty saw her too. She saw her until the thick glassed tumbler in her right hand halved into sharp edges ... the leather of her gloves saved them all that day.~

"East and West the Wicked Witch returned."

~And the Wicked Witch of the North was still stunned at the vision across the cafe. It simply shouldn't have been for soo many reasons. The simple fact was ... during their glorious run? Lessien had dropped a house on her and the world in all its splendid perfection had provided ample water ... as everyone knows, the Witch? The Witch should be fucking dead. It was a Universal law. Alice finally released the broken pieces of glass on to the table. A small sound. Betty studied the profile she had etched in corners of her mind ... almost forgotten.~

"But obviously not quite, dear Alice."

~Betty, in the end, always believed what she saw. It was one of her many 'charms' as she stood, wiping some of the spilled liqour on the seat back. Her steps were purposefully heavy, measured and

hard

as she started to walk up from behind on her. Slow magnetism of worlds colliding again. The Cheshire grin only then began to grow again at the corner of Alice's lips.~

"Ding dong"

~Alice sang behind her. Betty's knuckles strained against their leather case with a well worn creak that no one could actually hear.~

[Lilith]

"..........."

Lilith doesn't move. Her eyes twitch, the tension builds in the muscles of her neck, slowly she swings her head down. Another huff of a sigh as she shakes her head ever so softly.

You, have got, to be fucking kidding.

Lessien, Melwasul. Lilith had been... not exactly so loved by many wrestlers during her time in the profession, but there were certain rivals and feuds that stood out above others..

And Lessien, was at the top of that list. Tied for first, with the undying Blood Stained Crymson Witch of Hell.

".... Lover Girl.."

The words slip from her lips, she taps her fingers against the table. Before the unyielding tension builds any further, if possible, than it already has... the waiter comes back with Lilith's order. His idiotic smile in the heat of this particular moment, sickened her to no end. A mere sharpened gaze in his direction, he seems to have gotten the point, and leaves just as quick.

Lilith stares at the tall glass before her eyes, a deep, heavy breath before letting out a soft groan of a welcome.

"... Hmmmm...

Did you miss me? I could have sworn you were on the Dead to Rights list... or was that me? I'm not sure anymore, sometimes things get confused... how goes the work, Lover?

Is it everything you hoped for?

Is it everything you dreamed?

Or is it just listless and empty since you don't have me as your playschool playmate? I've seen the roster specs since I left all that time ago... Wallace is doing a worse job than me and Jonny boy did in Detroit. So come, sit..."

Lilith nods the way ahead of her to the seat across from her own. Her fingers wrap tightly around the cold glass, if she got any more stressed at this point the fucking glass might cave. It'd be a shame to waste that kind of booze. Vodka is a good thing don't you know. She chuckles softly, the odds... first, she went through emotional purgatory with Jonny boy... and now? Now...

She was facing Hell.

"... Tell me of your empty nights and shallow seated bed with me gone, sweetie."

She was starting to think having gone from Jonny's to find Sylas may have actually been LESS of a disruption to her mental status. Lessien Melwasul was definitely at the top of the rivals list from when Lilith wrestled, however... there was also a very seemingly easy to see, but in reality, complex as fuck... type of 'relationship' between the two.

In reality, if you didn't see it before, she couldn't blame you. There was never anything close to what you could call love, but the two seemed to pull towards each other like violent, sadomasochistic magnets.

[Lessien Melwasul]

"Memories are fading, never."

~Alice whispered as she passed. She could hear the air actually crackle as she brushed by her chair. If even a strand of Lilith's hair had touched her own skin? It would have been the end of days again or a

long

hard

night of cold sin. Betty didn't hear anything, she simply took the chair and sat heavily ... all eyes on the face.~

"Just a seat?"

~Betty took off her dark lenses that protected her oh so sensitive eyes. Something she actually never did unless she was in the ring. Even Alice managed a silent gasp as eyes met again.~

"Isn't that exactly how it started, Lover? All those moments ago? I sat across from you and ..."

~She didn't really need to finish the thought as she studied the face across from her in the burst of silence that followed. Most importantly, she studied the differences that time forgotten only magnified. If anyone knew Lilith's face, it was Lessien ... if only for the simple fact that she had spent an inordinate amount of her free time trying to remove it piece by fucking piece.~

"A puzzle."

~Alice talked on many levels at once. Somethings did not change. But just as Lilith had ... so had Lessien, thirty nine years in the drama Earth. She seemed to be slowly turning into stone. Lilith seemed to be turning into something else.~

"Oh, it puzzles me to no end."

"It is in the details."

~Betty ordered another drink with a gesture, before her focus turned sharp again.~

"Small details like, why exactly aren't you fucking dead?"

~Alice tilted her head for the answer.~

[Lilith]

"Maybe I'm a ghost."

Lilith stares across, her eyes lock almost in a slight playful and vengeful way with Lessien. The history between the two, over a short number of years, could fill more pages of books than the fucking industrial revolution. It was really a shame, if the two had any sense of logical decency for human life...

They could have been really close.

"I go bump in the night while the children scream and cry Bloody Mary in the chapel, underneath the steeple of Sin and unorthodox teachings of misinformation.

Clue style cue cards sweetie, I did it in the kitchen with the five iron and the scent of misappropriated military funding."

Lilith smiles through the glare of her glass, slanted as the sweet, sweet nectar of mind numbing Vodka slides down her throat at a slow sweet slope. She rests the glass softly before humming softly, her lips pursed in a cat like taunt of a blown kiss. Oh there was ALWAYS sexual tension between Lilith and Lessien;

The only problem with that, is the survival rate of pride.

Picture it very carefully, what female do you know of save Hilary 'HilDog' Clinton, that h-... [we'll assume, she's all female] That has more pride in their body, aside from the two women, staring at each other right now? Can you imagine one of them trying to be dominating in the bedroom?

Either it'd turn into a snuff film you could sell in Bulgaria for fucking millions, or the Channel 6 news with Dan Rather would get better ratings then Playboy TV's Night Calls.

That's not to say, Lilith hadn't come insanely close to doing it in the past. If you've been watching long the lines kiddies, there hasn't been a single, solitary meeting.... between Lilith and Lessien...

That DIDN'T have the possibility, of ending in sex.

Especially all of the nice violent beatings, that was just prolonged foreplay.

"Maybe I'm just a figment of your imagination Lover Girl. You wished and wished, and clicked those heels three times over... and here I am.

But really... you should have asked for more money, cause I think you got a raw deal. I mean really... you could have just broken a doll and sold her Soul off past Mexico or something and had the Karma points to bring me back here."

[Lessien Melwasul]

"You're a soul."

~Alice purred much to the annoyance of Betty.~

"Oh, that doesn't do you justice Lover. You are unique beyond words, but parting with Jonny's pretty money in exchange for your virgin re-birth?"

~Betty dug deep into her pockets for a crumpled pack and gave a half laugh.~

"Don't be absurd."

~A spark. A light. A glowing ember later, she eased herself down into her chair, off the edge of break her neck now. She even took a drink. But her mind didn't. It still worked the pieces in different patterns to try and read why she had returned ... and why she seemed different now.~

"A ghost in a shell."

~Alice found a point and tied a little string to it. Ice clinked against the glass.~

"You have to admit, she has a point. I couldn't quite put my finger on it myself. I guess that's why we work so well together. Me and her and her an me."

~She set the glass back down on the table.~

"Don't worry, Lover. I truly don't care what you lost on the

long

hard

road back. As long as we are clear on where all the pieces were exactly when you left. I still rule the North, Lover.

~She took a long drag and released the dragon's breath after the quick taste. Alice played games with the shapes as they lofted slowly overhead.~

"You can have the rest, not that there is much left."

~Lilith had been right about one thing. The glory years were gone. But then again, it was harder to rule in the wastelands.~

"You probably belong here more than me. Queen of the broken shell. But yet here I am, the last living soul on Earth."

~Lessien's leg stretched out under the table.~

"Now just how fucked up is that?"

"The poetry."

[Lilith]

Lilith instantly wraps her right leg around that of Lessien, holding it secure, she pushes her left leg up against the outside of Lover Girl's thigh. She stares up at the ceiling of the cafe, a smile and a prayer almost as she takes another long tall sip of her drink. The ice flowing around in the glass, almost trying to escape the pressure, even inanimate objects could feel at this point.

The sexual tension was just deafening. Lessien was just baiting Lilith now, she ruled it all? Lilith could have the scraps? THE SCRAPS?!

".... You know me better than that, Lover Girl. I don't take the side dishes, I don't ride on those coat tails. I don't sign those blank slated cheques for the incessant pop of the ratings, and so fucking help me sweetie pie..

I don't, fucking settle.

You and I, I and you. With the rain down South and the stormy weather round the North, you have the absolute insolent mindset, to DARE shout the cries of "has been" in my direction?"

Lilith glares down, her eyes now locked on Lessien. Her legs, still clamped around the lost one's thigh, like a helpless child clinging to her step father with no boundary issues.

No fucking wonder OSC has such edible cheerleaders. God damn parental values shot to hell these days.

"We don't owe them, they owe us. We were the ones who worked, we were the ones who fought. We were the ones who risked it all and we were the ones who lost it all, WE took the gambles. THEY reaped the rewards. No amount of pity, self denial or fucking therapy, is going to take that from me.

I'm here for two reasons, I have a job in this God forsaken town... and I want to see someone again. Let ME, make something clear..."

She leans against the edge of her side, a smirk and a intoxicating inhale of the scent that would be Queen, if not only for the other lancers in the realm. Lessien Melwasul, the scent of gunpowder, dried down menthol, and hard up whiskey with a chase. It never went down easy, but she had started to TRULY enjoy that scent. Because now... it simply reminded her....

Of what she still owned, in this fucked up city.

"... The days... of hard working decency, brought about by the stain of our violence, and Independence, are done for me... I don't yank broken dolls and pull strings on worn out and useless marionettes anymore... if I have a problem... I simply, put it down.

Those who don't know their PLACES... in life, get tossed aside, by life. You know that, and that's why I love you Lover Girl. You and I were oh so meant to be, can't you see it? Can't you feel it?

Thought so.

But you know..."

Lilith softly unwinds her legs, releasing the always been born free Lessien from her grasp. She slams the rest of her glass, the shrill chill of the drink vibrates down into her very core. A flick of the wrist, another order abound on it's way. She gets up from her seat, taking but a stroll...

Lilith pulls her chair, dragging it in an intentional audible fashion. She sets it, right, beside Lessien. Plopping down, her legs wrapped tightly around and within the cracks and openings of Lover Girl's chairs' legs. She smiles once, twice, three times the lady.

"If you really wanted to reunite with me Lover Girl... there is a couple things, I could use you... -r, hands... for."

[Lessien Melwasul]

"Watch her dance."

~Alice's eyes moved with Lilith's words. Her words were more a warning than praise as the chair moaned, and something deep inside Lessien did as well. They were creatures of tension. They fed on it like children did amphetamines. Raw, unbalanced power. Lessien's right leg lifted, letting her coat fall open exposing the black straps of her shoulder holster, she let the heel of her boot come to rest at the valley of Lilith's lap.~

"I use you ..."

~She wrapped her left leg around the legs and pulled the chairs even closer together ... skin, wood, grain and heat.~

"You use me ..."

~Alice's eyes wandered as freely as ever across subdued lines. Shame was for those with thoughts beyond this life. A high crime Betty and Alice would never be charged with. They were the single embodiment of the now and the life.~

"Hm, I think we can assume that since one of us isn't sputtering the other's name with her

last

deep ..."

~Her boot rocked gently forward, leather and clothing pressed for a moment.~

" ... breath, that we have enough of an understanding between us to continue our 'relationship'. Even though you know we never did truly part."

~Betty dropped the Lucky Strike to the side of her chair and ground it out with a lazy left heel.~

"You and I? We're forever tied, Lover. If you would have stayed in hell instead of returning? I would have been along soon."

~In that brief second, after that last phrase ... Betty imagined tearing her in two in soo many ways that they would equal a hundred more as Alice would steal the last breath from her sweet lips, taste and tongue. Imagination can be a wonderful thing no matter how the house is built. But imagination is safe and fading, she took her right heel away from the valley and crossed it in her own lap. It would be fun, but just as Lilith knew ... that if and when they ever did, it would be the last thing they ever did. But still they danced the edge.~

"Tell me a story"

~Alice requested soo innocently.~

"Oh, do tell me a story about hands and the things they do for you. If I like the happy ending. Take me far away. Hm, I don't actually care where we go. As long as I get mine."

~Another spark, light and ember trail as the witches council got down to serious business. Who got to keep virgin and what to do with her little dog too.~

[Lilith]

Lilith had always known three solid facts during her time in the world of wrestling. One, always run your paychecks under a black light when you get them. Two, if your agent asks you to 'hold some stuff he got in Mexico', run. And most importantly three...

If you're going to find troops for a personal, business, or religious based war.....

Always, find the troops who have layed awake in their beds, dreaming of fucking, killing, or a mixture of both of the aforementioned actions, in regards to you personally.

Lessien was fucking perfect.

"Have I ever screwed you over Lover Girl?"

A snide smirk on her lips. She leans in, the scent of death and hormones rage. Her fingers grace the side of Lover Girl's neck... only to be interrupted by the sound of her cell phone. As is the way of demonic life;

Saved By The Bell.

Lilith almost intentionally sighs in front of Lessien with a chuckle, she answers the invading call, all the while staring at the dark doll mistress in front of her.

"... Mhm. I found the perfect one. She's an old... flame."

The distorted little laugh on her lips, it felt so good. She knew that right now may be one of the only times she and Lover Girl could be in good spirits, and this close to one another. Without heavy petting leading to heavy cleaving. She nods to herself, the annoying yapping on the other line. She hoists her right leg up from the maze of the chair legs. Planting her heel firmly in between the crevasse of Lover Girl's crossed and stationary positioned legs. She takes in a deep breath before letting out a sigh, the waiter finally returns with her refill.

"... Tell Yoko I'm bringing another body in, so... -

......

Excuse me, do you have a problem?"

Lilith stares at the waiter, who clearly has a look of fear and horror after hearing the phrase 'I'm bringing another body in'. She glares at him, waiting for him to finally, as his feet provide safety... scram. She shakes her head before looking back at Lessien Lover Girl Extrodinare'.

"... I'm sure if you put her in the same room as me, we might not wake up in the morning... Or you know

We might not go to sleep at night either."

Another grin and chuckle, the noise on the other line becomes increasingly annoying after her snide snippets of comments. Finally the call comes to an end, Lilith hangs up with a heavy sigh of relief. She grabs her glass and takes a long nice healthy dose of her 'medicine' known as Shame, Disturbing Sexuality, and Vodka.

It's not just for Mormons anymore.

"So... here's the deal...."

To Be Continued