One little. Two little.

[Lessien Melwasul]

Bazztard: It's GCW's own, self contained amusement park ... Lessien Melwasul.

Graciela: Why. Won't. She. Lose!?

Bazztard: Now, now Graciela ... let's not forget our journalistic integrity and not to mention all the good times Lessien has brought us over the years.

Graciela: Lessien? Integrity? Good? You've been drinking again. You can't use those words together. Ever.

Bazztard: A little raw this week?

Graciela: Your little favorite threatened to kill me last week!

Bazztard: I think she clarified that it wasn't a threat at all. It was a promise. But don't worry, GCW will protect you.

Graciela: Well, color me toast.

"I'm just a girl."

Boo!

~Betty only smirked before cutting to the camera with a dismissive wave of the hand to the thousands in attendance.~

"Hate is not a weapon I fear, children."

Boo!

"It's slow and clumsy."

"A child's toy."

~Alice played with the hate in her hand before getting bored and dumping it out with the turn of a wrist.~

"Out here."

~Betty leaned her weight on the ropes.~

"Out here on the edge of hard life, where every second could be my last? There's nothing you can do to hurt me. There's no weapon you can pull that will steal my last breath."
~The form of Lessien pushed off the ropes, turning towards the next camera in line. The floor camera pointing up at her, she looking down from above. She laughed from 'up there'.~

"Jennifer Drew, I'm one step closer Lover."

"How does it feel?"

"If we've learned anything, it's our little paper girl can't feel a thing. Everything close she throws away to save it from ... who was that again? Oh the fucking lies, she throws them away to save them from herself!

Deep

down

inside."

Graciela: Brutal.

Bazztard: Honesty

"Look up, Drew. That's right. Up here. Focus from your pathetic rebound for just a second as I make something clear. This isn't a retirement picnic, Lover. All you are watching me doing is paying the price of admission to get my hands on you one more time."

"Time is all we need."

"I beat you once when you were an actual woman. Desperation. You were lucky in the end and I dropped it all when it was time to call."

~Betty looked deep into the camera.~

"But honestly ... just what do you think I'm capable of doing to the broken down little shell you are now? Hm?"

"Tiny holes."

"Don't you ever forget who made them. Don't you ever forget the valuable life lessons I've taught you."

"The essence of empty."

"Your natural state."

Boo!

Bazztard: ...

Graciela: ...

To be continued ...

[Lessien Melwasul]

"The cart before the whores?"

"Don't you lecture me! I'll tell you exactly what I tell Starr every time he comes home late stinking of gin and sin. I look him in the eyes and tell him, 'I've been at this game long enough to put the whores where ever I fucking please. Now sit down and eat!'"

~Betty backhands her invisible common law husband and follows through until she's looking back up at the stage.~

"Crymson and KITSU ... best friends forever, or have we already turned that pathetic little page? How poetic you've traveled these

long

hard

months to the top, only to find me waiting ever so patiently for you."

~Betty rested her weight on the top ropes again.~

"Isn't it exciting?"

"The virgin screamed."

"Things have changed."

"The tired inbred sang."

"While all the while the queen played in the land she had never left. The Main Event. The

white

hot

lights.

She was pure again.

Purely the best thing to happen in the women's wrestling timeline ever.

A million miles now.

~Alice remembered them all.~

"For all the stories I've written. For all the words I've woven into layers and meanings just now being discovered. For every step I've taken in the land of the fucking dead, useless and empty shells. Sharing air with the likes of every last one of you. For all these things and so much more...

I will take back my fucking throne for the final bow."

~With those words, the form of Lessien bowed at the waist and let her arms hang with dead weight. The broken pose. A mockery of it all.~

Bazztard: Lessien Melwasul doesn't sound like she's on retirement road. She sounds like she's on a mission for the final gold.

Graciela: She's right about one thing. She's putting the cart before the horse and I pray it's going to cost her. KITSU and Crymson have made it this far for a reason.

Bazztard: But Lessien is turning back the clock every step she takes.

Graciela: One of them will be her last.