Fate isn't free.(Spoilers)

[Lessien Melwasul]

It's a virtual permission orgy.

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Bazztard: Jennifer Drew has pinned Aphrodite.

Graciela: Only after Lessien Melwasul ran away scared.

Bazztard: Are you kidding me? Lessien devoured Trinity. It was Aphrodite's turn to carry it and she dropped it.

Graciela: Oh please, all of the sudden this is about Trinity and Aphrodite? No. Way. This is about Drew and the freak, and Drew won.

Bazztard: That may very well - Hey!!!

~There is a commotion picked up by Bazztard's headset as Lessien forcibly removes him from his chair. Betty didn't like either of them. Alice didn't care as her fingers gripped the cool steel.~

"Oh Lover."

~Betty turned back to the ring.~

"Off with her head."

~Alice agreed as sweat burned eyes fell on their fallen 'partner'. The partner fate had given them and now it was their turn to give fate something in return. They rolled into the ring... minds, chair, and bad intentions all together as Drew's music played on and on and on.~

"Name that fucking song."

~Alice reached for a handful of Goddess hair and brought the little, pretty thing to her unsteady feet.~

Bazztard (now standing): I've got a bad feeling about this.

CRACK!!!!!

~The sound exploded through the arena, and the already unstable Aphrodite fell like she had been shot through the head. The crowd moaned and screamed in empathy as the steel chair rattled to the canvas at Lessien's feet. An impressive dent mangling the chair face.~

"Impressions are forever."

~Alice spit in anger. They stood over the blond heap. The sickening Cheshire grin frozen to their face before Betty leaned down for another handful of golden mane.~

"Get up."

~Betty ordered the unconscious lump to rise, and when she didn't? Betty just dragged her up to her knees and held her face up for all to see, especially Jennifer Drew. Alice found her eyes and mouthed the words.~

"The things I do for you."

CRACK!!!

~Aphrodite had no legs beneath her. There was no way to set up a move. So Betty simply reeled back the hand full of hair and set Aphrodite's face hurtling into the waiting chair below. Someone. Somewhere screamed.~

Bazztard: That's enough.

Graciela: Enough? You call that enough!? Somebody needs to stop her now.

~They were taking turns as Alice grabbed for the blood stained hair she adored. The weight was dead in her hands as they lifted her head again. The smile never wavered as somewhere in the crowd people began chanting for Drew and pointing the way back to the ring. Sure Aphordite was a bad girl. But even bad girls didn't deserve this.~

Graciela: No. No more.

~They got her to her knees again... and blood streamed down that beautiful face. Messages to the living written in it.~

[Jennifer Drew]

Was furious the right word?

Yeah, I think so. Stupid clever Lessien with her one, two, get the hell out of the ring before I can actually do some real damage. It was so frustrating I didn't even want to be in the ring with that damn Aphrodite for more than a minute.

Lucky her, she's a week away from from a nice sole on rye courtesy of yours truly.

Or less maybe.

I had a nagging suspicion there was something going on in the ring what with all the clanging and the booing and the shouting but I didn't bank on it getting real gruesome real fast.

*sigh* Really?

Some people. I'd at least wait for her to, hurt a friend, or make things tougher with a girl, or look at me wrong before I even thought about something like this.

Alright, Doug Dillinger isn't going to get off his ass fast enough so it's up to me. I'd grabbed myself some of the same artillery from beneath the ring and got ready for a little steel on steel.

A shot to the back to loosen up her grip, followed by a shot to the head. Of course, Lessien wasn't quite done from that. So, chair still in hand I went for the tackle. I was able to get her out of the center of the ring with her back to the corner and me between her and what was left of Aphrodite out of the way of the chair swinging and hullabaloo.

Satisfied with all the strategic goodness I started pounding on the mat with the chair and waving her on.

Oh, come on, there's no need to act out like that. I know it's not her face smeared on there. You should have just asked to begin with. But it's cool, I'm ready for the next move.

[Lessien Melwasul]

~The crowd was on fire with Jennifer's rescue. Alice was on fire too, but in a different way completely. Eyes dance under the light, sweat and motion of the chair that had been liberated from her. It was all now in the champion's hands. The crowd goaded Lessien forward to her oblivion, and not for the first time. Betty straightened herself up as Alice wiped her lips against the leather of her wrist bands. Jennifer kept the chair

nice

and

warm.~

"I'm yours."

~A step forward to entice excitement before she dropped to the canvas and rolled out of the ring for a second time in this

long

hard

encounter. The crowd howled for her head in blatant gimmick infringement. Alice had only eyes for her as they walked slowly around the ring in safety. It was all a mind game. Teasing, touching and pulling back. It was also called control, something Betty cherished most of all.~

~Alice dared to touch the edge of the canvas with her finger tips as they rounded the edge and headed slowly to the base of the ramp ... dragging their famous coat behind them. They turned, stared and smiled at her and her proud defense. Slowly they walked backwards up the tramp, taunting her ever more. Follow me. Find me. Catch me. Fuck me. Drop me. It was all between the lines until she walked behind the curtain.~

"All the time in the world, Alice."

~She said to her ever present companion as they walked down the back steps into the belly of arena. Ears open for pursuit from the days numbered Champion. Private time, in her book, was completely under-rated. The scent of tobacco like a trail of bread crumbs.~