Pressing

[Lessien Melwasul]

~The tip of a flicked cigarette exploded off of Graciela's immaculately clean jacket as she held the microphone out towards the approaching form of Lessien.~

"Jackal's whore."

Graciela: God I hope it's true. You've finally put your career on the line?

~The form of Lessien stopped as Betty shot die eyes from behind her glasses.~

"The only thing better Graciela, is if I could have gotten Wallace to throw in yours as well. But much like your mythical virginity ... your career hasn't been seen in over a thousand years."

Bazztard: Does this have anything to do with the rumored economic turmoil facing GCW?

~Alice turned to the man.~

"Time is more valuable than money."

"What is GCW to me? Ohio, Detroit, Chicago ..."

~Betty counted them down.~

"Look in to your crystal fucking balls and name three more. What, Las Vegas? New York? The North Pole Wrestling Igloo of Pain? The second I touch down I'm instant, Lover. Both feet on the ground at a million miles an hour."

~A crooked smile.~

"As far as money goes ... go find Jonny, ask him the price of fucking gas and watch that muscle in his eye twitch. I'm liquid fucking gold, what I do is simply to be the best and destroy the lives of those who are not."

"Nevermore."

Graciela: Big words for a woman who some would say was destroyed by Jennifer Dr-

"Little Paper Drew. Your top Debutante?"

~Alice licked her lips while Betty stifled a laugh.~

"Then why aren't you interviewing her, hmm? Can't find her? I'm not surprised after I opened the doors of history on her."

"I look into their souls."

"I steal their fucking eyes and see exactly what kind of women they are deep down inside. Jennifer Drew? I'd be more surprised if she's waiting at the end of this tournament than me. You're more likely to see her in the obituaries than the main event."

~Betty turned to them all with a snear.~

"Mark my words, Children. Jennifer Drew is in over her head and drowning alone ... I took the only thing that kept her afloat. Punk Rock indeed, just a silly lonely girl in need."

~Betty spit the last words.~

Bazztard: You're headed into a for way dance with KITSU, Na-

"Sleepy, Dopey, $20 Vixen ... I know all the names, spare me their free and undeserving air time and I don't need to repeat myself about them. Carefree, daddy's girls and the tragedies of imbreeding ... no wonder GCW might be bleeding cash. My heart is bleeding just-"

Graciela: You have a heart?

"You do know if I lose ... you're going to disappear too, don't you?"

Graciela: Is that a threat?

"I don't do threats, Lover. I do."

Bazztard: What happens if you win?

"The Queendom of If is alive."

"WHEN I do just that ... and that is EXACTLY what I plan to do. Maybe I will take that belt and turn it into an ashtray or maybe I will take it to the North Pole. Not that it will matter to any of you. You'll all be very forgotten news."

Graciela: And if you lose?

"You don't like me Graciela, and I am going to hurt you very soon. But take a final breath and think to yourself in all sincerity ... have I ever broken my word? My career is on the table for the taking and I dare one of those three to try and end me and all that I've built under this name."

"Say it for me."

"Lessien."

[Crymson]

"Lessien."

Attention is snapped in the way of the voice that just spoke up, halting the part where the camera would just... fade away. The camera turns to her, as she sort of shrugs her shoulders, giving her a little, faint wave. "Hey. "Inbred whore" here... it sounds like I'm your favorite..."

"Um... Grac? You may want to step back..."

She hadn't waited to get out of the way of any potenti... likely, animosity. The camera guy seemed to be getting antsy waiting for the proverbial money shot of the war that is Crymson verses Lessien. All that stood in front of a nuclear explosion was three mere feet. A lunge, that was all. "Whoa, guys... why all of the caution? You don't think that I'm out here to draw the blood of the woman who claims that she made me... do you?

No... well, not with taking the first swing, at least. See, I'm soooo well aware of the little chess game that is Lessien. I've played it plenty of times, isn't that right, Lover?"

A small step narrowed the three foot gap.

"She speaks the truth, what can I say?" A surprised look seemed to come across Graciela's face at Crymson's admission, while Bazztard sported more of an "I told you so" sneer. "We did have a lot of fun... didn't we? A little history lesson for you all...

Back in Ohio, poor little me came after living on the streets. Hadn't eaten in over a week, hadn't slept even longer. Managed to at least get a foothold... meal-ticket, I'm sure that you'll all rightfully assume... and thought I would get a free ride. I seemed to be getting a few feelers from the main stage...

Then >she< came in. It was like fighting to stay alive all over again. Over and over again, we absolutely destroyed each other relentlessly, a feud that would only end the day that I was plucked from that god-foresaken bingo hall... for the time being. A bloody scene in a locker room later, and a quick drive back north to Columbus, and the name Lessien I thought was erased from my soul... much like I thought she would have been erased from this planet. I was wrong, as I found out when I went in to Detroit's federation... and lo-and-behold... Lessien was there.

Come here? Lessien was here as well, although I managed to miss fighting her last year... on top of everyone else. Wasn't my good year... "

"So, do you have a point? Or are you just out here to try to ruin one of the last times we could possibly see Lessien?"

"I'm not minding it..."

Crymson cast a glare at both. "You made me? I think, in a way... we made each other. Who all else did you... "make" that accomplished what I did? No one? That's what I believe. It wasn't until after me, that the name Lessien was able to be used to describe a star maker, in her own absurd and brutal way. Yet, who can say that I would have become one place's Legend without her? It's all a catch-22... I'm not here to put my career on the line, Lessien, because if all of these little economic rumors are going to come true? I'm going to see them out through the end, no matter what my personal life is shaping up to be right now. But what I >am< going to do, is promise you this. No one, and I mean no one puts you out but me. There's no other way that I'd have it, and I'm sure that deep down, there's no other way that you'd have it either.

Bad blood has never been cleansed... this will be the closest that it gets."

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Betty counted the feet and inches as they ebbed and flowed with the words from the ever so eloquent, fucking mouth of Crymson. Alice had gone blind with the purest for of hatred the moment her face had fallen into line.~

"Promises to me?"

~Betty inquired with about as much emotion as shattered glass lying on a forgotten street in a forgotten town.~

"Seeing them out through the end??"

~Her voice raised as did her hidden eyes. But the old Crymson could always feel those through her skin.~

"Your personal fucking life???"

"You believe?"

~Each question louder and incredulous than the last. If the surrounding reporters has relaxed before, it was a thing of the past as the path between them was wide open as were the microphones. Alice's nails found blood in her own palm.~

"The years have not been kind."

"You had better put away the poetry, snake eater and bring out the knife if you want to be the one who does that. Because your feel good, karmic, happy ending, sunset bullshit doesn't get the job done where I live today."

~Betty had forgotten the cameras... the press ... the show ... Alice had only eyes for her.~

"You were the one a hundred planets ago."

"Now you're a woman with a heart, dreams, visions. Oh let me fucking guess, your belly waits for the seed of some fucked up vision you now call love?"

"Barren as the years passed by."

"Every thing you stand for makes me sick, Crymson. Everything you strive for is a disease of a forgotten world. Every move you make is another step for weakness and the end of life as it should be."

~The emotion that came from the once emotionless form was intense ... pure ... and lethal as it was years ago.~

"Where did she go?"

~Betty found the media again, through the debilitating cloud of hate that Crymson always brought to rain.~

"You want a history lesson, Children? Oh do gather around for every last word she says is true only a thousand times more graphic and always with blood."

"Hanging on his arm."

"Like some ornament for Ohio Anal Days Memorial Parade. Yet another Familia Sexploitation Series part 27. Oh where have they all gone??"

~Alice searched in vain. Everything was gone.~

"You were nothing back then. Built on a pile of flash pan garbage that has already been half swallowed by the clock."

"Rescue me."

"Oh Lover, I did far more than anyone in your entire life has ever done ... and all I asked in return was that you fucking die."

"Payments past due."

"But you've paid none the less, I'm happy to say. Look at you. Listen to you. Hm. You are the definition of the walking dead that plagues this Earth."

~Betty took off her sunglasses with a steady hand, even though her eyes shrieked with the pain of the harsh lights above their heads.~

"I showed you the last time we met, Crymson. You've lost your edge, your soul and if you think you're in the right frame of mind to take my career? Then you've lost your fucking mind as well."

"A terrible path to take."

"Go play with the little girls Crymson. It's where you belong now. Play house, dream, fade away, die or whatever else it is that you've always secretly dreamed of the last time you were alive."

~Those very rarely seen eyes bore back into hers.~

[Crymson]

Her pupils filled with the ever-so-familiar red that Lessien was accustomed to. The fury that the young woman possessed, brought back about ten-fold over emo-years past. "Consider yourself a collection agent that listens to nothing more than a dial tone, "Lover..."

Every muscle strained as Crymson desperately held back the growing desire to kick the living shit out of Lessien's temple here in this very moment... "You seem to think that I don't accept, that I don't know my own past, Lessien. You're fooled. I already have said that I owe probably the largest portion of who I am to you. My career since I left the year of 2007 has been nothing. Acceptance is key. Not giving up, not walking away like so many others have done...

LIKE YOU ARE GOING TO DO NOW...

It's something that I haven't done. I'm still here, I'm still fighting. I'm taking every opportunity and damn grateful for it for the time that I have left if these closing rumors are true. I've been given the shot, and I'm going to win. You've foolishly put your career on the line, and it will be the biggest mistake when it comes to facing a highly determined woman such as myself. I hope it comes down to you and I, Lessien. I'm doing every thing in my power to do that... I want you, 100% focused on me, and I will be that much and more focused on you. Every bit of fight you want to bring to the table, every scratch and claw of the cornered animal that you are... I want to feel it. I want to relish it.

Then, I'm going to leave you as roadkill. Dead and broken in the middle of the ring, oblivious to the stupid "Good bye" song the fans saw fit to scream towards Kim Hunter as I chased her out of here as well with a devastating loss on her hands.

It'll be made all the sweeter when I do what you couldn't. Beat Jennifer Drew. Vanquish not only the cancer that you are, but her dominant streak when it comes to that Top Debutante Championship.

It will leave me more alive than you could ever think of being in that toxically poetic mind of yours."