Foul Weather (O2A)

[Lessien Melwasul]

Bazztard: We all know that song, which can only mean two things. It's Mayhem and Lessien Melwasul has come home.

Graciela: Without the gold.

Bazztard: I hate to agree with you. But Ascension has to go down in the books as one of the worst matches I've ever seen Lessien Melwasul in.

Graciela: That's what happens when you get old. You should know all about that. Lessien Melwasul? She's had the lesson now. We can only hope this is her retirement speech.

Bazztard: You'd better hope she retires if you keep talking like that. I'm too old to protect you.

"I'm just a girl."

~The crowd freely expressed their love for her, and after Ascencion and the aftermath... their feelings were as strong as ever. Alice looked up from fallen hair.~

"Unfinished stories."

~Betty cut in.~

"That's all I'm collecting here. One and one, half read books and misunderstood phrases piling up around me night after night after night."

~She looked at the camera because she always knew where that was.~

"It's all got me in a terrible mood. So why don't one of you, it never matters who, come down here and make me feel better.

~Betty leaned on the ropes, ramp side.~

"It's the least you could do."

Bazztard: Is it just me? Or does Lessien look in even a fouler mood than usual?

Graciela: That's impossible. But at least she doesn't talk so much when she's like this.

Bazztard: I don't know. Lessien might be the only woman crazy enough to actually face herself at this point. I mean really, who else is there?

[Crymson]

After what seemed to be an eternity, it became clear to Claire Arlett that no one wanted to step up to the big bad wolf. Well... she had no problem with this...

The drums of "Ex's and Oh's" hits, and the pulsing purple lights reflects off of her frame as she makes her way onto the stage.

Bazztard: "Well... look what we have here! Its someone that Lessien should be far, far familiar with!"

"Why, hello lover! Have you missed me? Gee, it seems like it's been a long, long time... since, y'know... we were trading brutal encounters left and right, hasn't it? Locker rooms, show stages, bars, offices... we have a storied past, don't we?

Now, I'm not out here to say... "I STILL HATE YOU WE FIGHT NOW!" No, no... see, you're irrelevant to me... and after that little exhibition you had at Ascension... I wouldn't be surprised if you were found to be irrelevant to the Debutante division. Or, maybe they just need a little further reminder. My play-date is gone for the evening, it looks like yours is too.... so, how about I do what the Top Debutante has been doing, and just kick your ass tonight for old times sake?"

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Very, very, very few people pissed Betty off just by breathing. But up on the stage right now? That was #1 with a fucking bullet. The form of Lessien hung a little heavier over the top rope as Alice touched the middle of her own forehead.~

"Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose."

"Shakespeare for an inbred whore?"

~Betty rubbed the spot Alice had been touching, like a headache that drilled deep into Alice's private playground. Betty took a heavy breath.~

"You'll have to forgive me, Lover. My mind has never been an overly organized affair. But I'm quite sure you're dead because ... well, because I fucking killed you."

~The crowd expressed themselves again, it only drilled deeper into her divine skull.~

"A fate worse than death ..."

~Alice tried to remember.~

"Oh, that's right. That's what I promised you, and look how I've delivered. You're the leader of the Amicable Squad and bleeding for friendship? Seriously?"

"Ponder the path of thy feet."

"I don't have to waste my time on thinking about that, I already know the final answer. I'd rather be an irrelevant, spent shell on the hard fucking road than take one step on your shiny little path."

~Her words were even, hard and cold until she lowered womanly frame on the second rope, inviting.~

"You want to talk about old times? What a coincidence, so do I. So why don't you come down here and let me remind you of exactly where you came from."

"Lessons never learned ..."

"It's obvious you need a gentle reminder."

~There was no Cheshire grin, just the slight bounce of the second rope beneath her.~

Graciela: What year is this again?

Bazztard: It's Wrestling History 101 tonight on Mayhem. Chapter 7: Lessien hates Crymson.

Graciela: Crymson doesn't need to say it. This "relationship" has played itself out across several companies and their respective cities. But hey, if they want to play "Let's Remember" for free on Mayhem? We win.