LvC... War Renewed? Or is Hunter back to play?

[Crymson]

It was LockUP's time. Amanda Wallace had abolished any show restrictions, so she was free to be wherever she wanted. She chose to come here, after the events of MayheM one week ago. The lights pulse their purplish color, the song screams over the speakers, and she makes her way to the ring, a look of determination in her eyes.

"Only one thing to say. Lessien, I've known this for three years now... but I know that you're one tough bitch to keep down. Face it... I hit you with EVERYTHING... at MayheM... and for some reason, you still kept coming. I could complain that I didn't get the "lay down and take it" treatment from you that you gave Jennifer Drew at Ascension... but from what I here, the "favoritism" whinings are far too tired in the world of wrestling today. I'll let it slide."

Bazztard: "Crymson's out here trying to get under the skin of Lessien Melwasul here, Grac... don't particularly call that wise..."

Graciela: "I'm sure they've questioned this young woman's sanity for the past three years now, John, since their war back in Ohio... don't exactly think it'd change now..."

"But, see, here's a predicament. As hard as it is to make sense of Lessien... it's almost that much harder to make any type of sense of anything that comes out of Kim Hunter. I get a little video package from her last week, rambling on about some kind of possible submission match or whatever... and I guess she's somewhere in the back already? I don't know about you, Kim, but I'm paid to be here to wrestle... not speak in a drunken, aggressive stupor into the camera and then fade away to pray that someone remembers that you still exist. You want a piece, come and get it. I'm sure that I can dust off the shelf and pull down a submission or two to torture you with whenever you feel like getting a little "frisky" again.

So, to make that all clear? I don't care if you're Lessien Melwasul... I don't care if you're Kim Hunter. Hell, I don't care if you're some kind of sick, lesbian lovechild of the two of them... or both at once. I came here to fight, and there's two of you in my sights. Lets give this LockUP! card a little taste of some purebred MayheM, shall we?"

[Jennifer Drew]

Stop.

Just stop.

No music for my big dramatic entrance tonight. I made my way down to the ring and climbed in during my rant.

Crymson, Jen. Don't think we've met. If we have I'm sure you'll be making fun of my hilarious gaffe in a second here.

I hate to be rude. I'm sure all this would be adorable but see, now everyone's picturing some red-trenchoated broad waltzing out here stinking of liquor and cigarettes getting bogged down in her web of metaphors and alternating between “Lover” and “Hunn” and our heads are hurting.

I'm actually a little sick just thinking about it.

I said as I stood up face to face with her.

Here's the deal. Tonight, if Lessien's here then so am I. We're not done either and until I say we are I'm going to wait, belt in one hand cinder block with her name carved in it in the other.

I leaned back into the turnbuckle all casual like.

Continue.

[Crymson]

"Nice to meet you too... "Champ," Crymson replied to the sudden interruption, seemingly a little annoyed. "but I honestly think that the two of you ARE done. In case you didn't notice... Lessien didn't exactly think you worthy of her A-Game back at Ascension. What are you looking for... an easy win? If Lessien's here, I'm not going to be brushed aside. It'll a triple threat if anything...

Unless...

I know that Kim's here. From what I understand, she's already tried to bully Kitsu. Either way, I'm not backing out of your way to get at the wicked witch of Hong Kong... so I'm either fighting against you while I go after her? Or we're going to get signed a little tag team match, you and I, against our evil, emphysema toting drunk and the other wanna be bad girl that we have in the back. Agreed? Not that it matters."

[Lessien Melwasul]

Graciela: 3 ... 2 .. 1.



Bazztard: You scare me sometimes.

Graciela: Really? She's like some bad 80's movie. You say her name enough times and she appears to torment the living.

~The form of Lessien strides with her usual projection of being above it all when she was actually

deep

down

inside it. Just the way she liked it. Her music carpeted each and every step to the ring. Her now goddess like coat kissed the leather of her boots as she climbed into the ring and stood between the two: Crymson (hate) and Drew (general despise). She didn't acknowledge either of them her head lowered as green hair curtained the mic. Alice took a breath through teeth.~

"I'm just a girl."

~Alice raised her head slowly, eyes narrow slits behind the lenses. Her head finally turning from side to fucking side. Which was which? Betty didn't care.~

"You can only wish that was true."

~She seemed ready to begin with the woman who started this mess, Crymson. That's where her attention laid for a moment.~

"If I believed in a God... it would be difficult for even him to fathom how much I hate you, Crymson. Words, even the poetry I spit, fail to capture the true essence of how much I wish you were never born or how it pains me that you keep surviving."

"Lies..."

"Hm, she knows better than that. She know I speak the truth."

"Too long."

~That had many meanings as Lessien's form turn towards Drew, and the Cheshire grin that meant the game was still in play exposed itself for her again.~

"Pages, numbers, lost, girls."

"I don't know which is worse, the existence of Crymson on the Planet Earth or the fact that these people cheer you night after night after night. Even after I ripped away the pink curtains to show the ice cold witch you really are

deep

down

inside."

"I see you."

~There was no hiding from Alice.~

"Oh, and I see your future. Twenty years from now, in your broken down shell that was once your body you sit alone and say her name and my. Why? Why? Why!? Lessien was right! Where did it all go!?"

~Betty painted the picture as Alice's hands pointed like some 4th dimension tour guide: exaggerated maybe grotesque.~

"Look to the sky with tears in your eyes."

"And that's when you'll see that it all came to me on the final page. In desperation you'll wish for more. But happy endings come to those that speak that truth."

"The end."

~Alice took a little bow and waited for the boos to quiet down so Betty could gear back up again, shaking off her dramatic moment to get down to the violence at hand.~

"A three way dance is fine with me, Lover. If that's the number we have to play with. But if that little shoe shine girl Kim Hunter makes an appearance? I won't be teaming with her, Lover."

~She turned towards Crymson.~

"You will."

~She turned back to Drew.~

"Forever more ..."

"You're mine."

Graciela: What the fuck?

Bazztard: In other words ... wait ... what? Did Lessien just propose a tag match between... let me get this straight: Crymson and Kim Hunter vs Lessien Melwasul and Jennifer Drew!?

~Indeed she had done just that. Her bag of games seemed endless.~

[Jennifer Drew]

Wow, so Kim's the last girl picked for basketball on the playground.

I stood up straight, got up close and looked Lessien right in the eye.

I don't know what you're thinking and I don't really care.

I could've gotten my hands on you tonight but I kind of like the idea of watching your back so we're all sure you're hale and hearty when the pay per view rolls around. Just so everyone watching is perfectly clear that after what I do it means you're just fading away.

Funny, I didn't notice that in your little sham of a crystal ball segment there.

Oh yeah, I don't buy it. Partly because everyone here knows you've got me wrong but mostly because it doesn't include my trendy yet affordable new fashion line, which I launch from my brand new corporate headquarters on the moon. You know, because it'll be the future. Kind of a big deal.

And to Crymson and the phantom Kim.

So, if us beating those two helps you get your head clear just long enough for me to spin it right off your neck then game on.

[Crymson]

(sorry for the delay. School sh!z)

Crymson shrugged her shoulders before bringing the microphone to her lips. "Well, thanks for the reading, Miss Cleo, I'm sure to take that under advisement... maybe prepare for your little predicted bad ending, no matter how wrong you're goign to be. The important thing, is tonight. See, I wanted to fight you, wanted to take you down far more than I wanted to fight Kim anyways. Lessien, you're teh constant filth that needs to be cleansed, whereas Kim just shows up to swing a baseball bat, make some kind of half assed threat with long pauses, then disappear for a month. There's a reason she's not out here now, but trying to haunt people to spectacular failure in the back. But, if I have to team with her to get at you, or... more importantly, get a pin over the Top Debutante?"

Her eyes met Jen's real quick. "Hi, Jen.

Then I'm all for it. Lessien, I know that I'm forever burned into your mind, but this match is going to have two advantages. First off, I'm going to plant Lessien directly onto her face, once again... Secondly? I'm doing it to you, Champ... and you're not going to forget me either. No, you're going to leave this match with a new "friend," when it comes to what you have around your pretty li'l... er... let's just leave it at waist, shall we?

Me.

See you later tonight."

[Kim Hunter]

***Kim didn't feel the need to be down there, she merely watched it from the back and chuckled. Her and Crymson, fight together ??.....this'll be good.***