Post by Lessien Melwasul on May 17, 2009 6:36:30 GMT -5
~It opens on an all too familiar scene. The cameras pressing in on Lessien Melwasul who, as always, cut a defiant form in front of them as the jackals barked and moaned in time. They hated her, but when she was firing on all 8,000 cylinders? There was no one better to burn into the screen.~
Graciela: Why did you bail in the final seconds of the match?
"It's called a brain, Whoriela. I wouldn't expect you to understand. Do you think I care about these elimination matches? Really? Victory number three hundred and twenty seven hardly interests me in the slightest. I'm in this for one thing and one thing only ... to get my hands on the piece of human garbage that has my belt!"
Bazztard: Some say that piece of garbage has your number tattooed somewhere on her body.
"Canvas and skin."
"Lies and sin, you all seem to forget that I've beaten her as well ... an inconvenient fact I'm sure. But I've paid the price of admission in full ... I put it all on the line. I apologize for nothing. Go ask your champion about her last guilt free night ... if she can fucking remember."
Graciela: What's your connection to Gaiden? How does that fit in with KITSU's elimination?
"That's a dangerous little name to fall off your lips Whoriela. You really should be more careful. My business with Gaiden was completed almost three years ago. His 'package' was delivered and I was paid in full. That's called a successful transaction and the end of line. If KITSU wants me to carve the corporate logo into Crymson's bone tell her loving father to give me a call. He has the number and the cash to make me care."
Bazztard: Crymson is on a roll. What will you-
"Crymson is an idiot, spending her energy on meaningless names and meaningless wins. This isn't a game, Children. Momentum means nothing down here especially when you consider into the equation that I had no interest in winning at all. That's why I rolled out last night and that's why Crymson doesn't really know where she is standing."
Graciela: How can you-
"Shut up! Shut up and listen for once in your life!"
"Life is made of moments."
"And this one is mine! Bought and paid for by every last fucking step I've take from the Bingo Halls to Detroit to Chicago's own living hell. I'm going to beat Crymson on Monday Night ... because I have always been better than her when it all comes tumbling down. Then ...
and then
and then and more ... I'm going to destroy Jennifer Drew for a second time. But this time when it actually counts. Some mistakes were made ... but make no mistake about it. Crymson and Drew may have different lives different voices with which to tell. But one thing that they will always have in common is my absolute hatred of them both. They are walking disgraces to women, wrestling and life. They have filled all three with lies, shame and all shades in between. While I have walked the fucking road and told each and everyone of you exactly the way it is and then went out there and acted it out ... step by step by fucking step.
Say my name.
I come back here and you cheer them? Them!? For what!? For stabbing their friends in the back? For painting pictures of love with an empty heart?
Day Zero: I have no friends and my heart is only for pumping the blood I need to finish the next fucking job. In the end, you're all pathetic, and if Crymson or Drew have it in them to pin me just one more time and end it all? Then they'll be doing me a fucking favor. Because the only way I can endure another second of all this? Is if I am in my rightful place. Looking down on you all."
~Cameras flash and turn as the form of Lessien Melwasul storms off. Were those her final words?~
Graciela: Why did you bail in the final seconds of the match?
"It's called a brain, Whoriela. I wouldn't expect you to understand. Do you think I care about these elimination matches? Really? Victory number three hundred and twenty seven hardly interests me in the slightest. I'm in this for one thing and one thing only ... to get my hands on the piece of human garbage that has my belt!"
Bazztard: Some say that piece of garbage has your number tattooed somewhere on her body.
"Canvas and skin."
"Lies and sin, you all seem to forget that I've beaten her as well ... an inconvenient fact I'm sure. But I've paid the price of admission in full ... I put it all on the line. I apologize for nothing. Go ask your champion about her last guilt free night ... if she can fucking remember."
Graciela: What's your connection to Gaiden? How does that fit in with KITSU's elimination?
"That's a dangerous little name to fall off your lips Whoriela. You really should be more careful. My business with Gaiden was completed almost three years ago. His 'package' was delivered and I was paid in full. That's called a successful transaction and the end of line. If KITSU wants me to carve the corporate logo into Crymson's bone tell her loving father to give me a call. He has the number and the cash to make me care."
Bazztard: Crymson is on a roll. What will you-
"Crymson is an idiot, spending her energy on meaningless names and meaningless wins. This isn't a game, Children. Momentum means nothing down here especially when you consider into the equation that I had no interest in winning at all. That's why I rolled out last night and that's why Crymson doesn't really know where she is standing."
Graciela: How can you-
"Shut up! Shut up and listen for once in your life!"
"Life is made of moments."
"And this one is mine! Bought and paid for by every last fucking step I've take from the Bingo Halls to Detroit to Chicago's own living hell. I'm going to beat Crymson on Monday Night ... because I have always been better than her when it all comes tumbling down. Then ...
and then
and then and more ... I'm going to destroy Jennifer Drew for a second time. But this time when it actually counts. Some mistakes were made ... but make no mistake about it. Crymson and Drew may have different lives different voices with which to tell. But one thing that they will always have in common is my absolute hatred of them both. They are walking disgraces to women, wrestling and life. They have filled all three with lies, shame and all shades in between. While I have walked the fucking road and told each and everyone of you exactly the way it is and then went out there and acted it out ... step by step by fucking step.
Say my name.
I come back here and you cheer them? Them!? For what!? For stabbing their friends in the back? For painting pictures of love with an empty heart?
Day Zero: I have no friends and my heart is only for pumping the blood I need to finish the next fucking job. In the end, you're all pathetic, and if Crymson or Drew have it in them to pin me just one more time and end it all? Then they'll be doing me a fucking favor. Because the only way I can endure another second of all this? Is if I am in my rightful place. Looking down on you all."
~Cameras flash and turn as the form of Lessien Melwasul storms off. Were those her final words?~