Post by Lessien Melwasul on Jul 27, 2011 0:18:42 GMT -5
~Lights cut and dance across the dark of Sin City nights cluttered with electric reverberations that gets all the attention ever needed, all the attention that there would ever be. Rumors turn to letters, letters into names finally spelled out.~
Mike Adams: “What’s this!?"
~The excited exclamation and then the drums tear across the air. Her hard boots mount the stairs, a wicked grin.~
Mike Adams: “We’ve all heard the name.”
Sasha Grey: “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
~Wise words in the world they live in. A world of lies and tricks of light all playing against their collective, fucking skin. But when the curtain black falls away and the form of Lessien is standing there looking out at the sea of ghosts. The sound is once again a cacophony as they rail against one so living that it drives them into a frenzy. The truly smart marks mock bow to all her glory while most object most vocally, but it changes nothing as she still stands there letting it crash against her, break and form again.~
Mike Adams: “It’s Lessien Melwasul!”
Sasha Grey: “I see it but I still can’t believe it! Where did they find her!?”
~The banter is excited with questions, and exclamations from the poetic~
Mike Adams: “She’s a walking history of violence.”
~to the obvious.~
Sasha Grey: “She’s insane!”
~The form of Lessien is motionless until she finally turns her head towards the ring, the body soon follows. The very air has been polarized and parts for her. It is all so inevitable. The ghosts closest to her howl, protest and envy but she knows they are nothing.~
Mike Adams: “I never thought we would see her again. What a signing by SCW.”
~Lies, SCW had no power here. Lies, this was her story. Lies! Someone was going to pay for them. She was pure, brilliant truth. She would make them all blind and then they would see. The form of Lessien stood in the center of the ring, her hands loose in front of her and her head looking tilted and down. The ghosts howled and tired until a space formed. A space for Alice’s pure voice to seed.~
“I’m just a girl.”
~Betty looked up with the twisted sneer that had only deepened with the years. She pointed her finger out to all them with accusations laced with eternal contempt.~
“Don’t believe a word you hear because the truth would set you free.”
“Fly with me.”
~Alice invited them all.~
“Oh yes, fly with me to the future. It’s all half-finished thoughts and dreams undreamed.”
“I dream of you.”
~Those dreams of Alice were all distorted, twisted and barely human in form. Betty counted it down.~
“Your dimensions have slipped from three to zero to the point where even apathy is beyond you.”
“Look at me.”
“I’m the fucking judgement of time and you are all guilty of letting the past pass you by!”
Mike Adams: “While I respect Lessien Melwasul and all of things she has done. She’s way off base here. SCW has collected some of the freshest and newest names with an eye towards making the future great. We just have to give them a chance.”
Sasha Grey: “I don’t think Lessien has ever been much of a giver, unless it’s pain and or suffering.”
“Timing is a form of perfection.”
~The form of Lessien paced with the timing of the story.~
“Imagine that perfect moment when I found out who my first opponent in SCWwould be, Prysm Ray.”
~A few cheered the unknown name because at least they were sure that Prysm Ray was not Lessien.~
“Shh, from the land of dreams she came.”
~Alice hoped they could sneak up on her and pluck out her wings. Betty had no use for subtlety, not yet anyways.~
“If you dream of nothing! Because that is where she comes from. She has no name. She has no past. She has no form. She is nothing’s eternal Champion and I will drive her back to her blessed people.”
“Drive her away from me.”
~Alice tried to shield themselves. But it was Betty who tore it all away.~
“You fucking ghosts can swallow her whole, whatever is left of her when I’m done.”
“Keys, springs and little gears.”
~Alice's fingers pushed and turned trying to force it all back together.~
“I’m not here to play with toys. I’m not the ghost of Christmas past and I’m not here to be a Champion. I’m here to teach the lessons that our industry has forgot or worse yet write about from their sweet and tailored oblivion.”
~Distaste heavy in the mouth like heavy metals, killing slow.~
“I don’t write about it, Lover.”
“The word is dead.”
~Alice squinted through hard, covered reading eyes.~
“I wrap it around your sweet
virgin
neck. This isn’t a message from the archives. It’s 2011 and the world you tried to escape is rushing back.
It’s alive in spite of you.”
~Alice smiles, truly happy. Betty agrees in time.~
"It's alive to spite you."
“The Queen of the North is dead.”
~Alice proclaims with triumphant and blood laced glee with her arms stretched to the sea of ghosts.~
Cut!!!
~Her arms fall limp to her sides and sway all the strings are cut and lifeless. Her head droops with dead weight. A puppet with no master until Betty takes all the strings in her teeth and raises her head, the last words cutting like Alphnumeric knives.~
“Long live fucking Lessien.”
~The microphone went dead as the form of Lessien basked in the final roar of the ghosts before she slipped from the ring. Lighting a Lucky Strike from a battered pack, a trail of smoke and smell marked her passing. Her Earthworn jacket red against the green of her lights and music. She went backstage.~
Mike Adams: "If there was ever any doubts on the wereabouts of Lessien Melwasul then tonight has made one thing perfectly clear. Lessien Melwasul is in Sin City Wrestling!"
Sasha Grey: "What has Zhafaria Rouge done!?"
Mike Adams: “What’s this!?"
~The excited exclamation and then the drums tear across the air. Her hard boots mount the stairs, a wicked grin.~
Mike Adams: “We’ve all heard the name.”
Sasha Grey: “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
~Wise words in the world they live in. A world of lies and tricks of light all playing against their collective, fucking skin. But when the curtain black falls away and the form of Lessien is standing there looking out at the sea of ghosts. The sound is once again a cacophony as they rail against one so living that it drives them into a frenzy. The truly smart marks mock bow to all her glory while most object most vocally, but it changes nothing as she still stands there letting it crash against her, break and form again.~
Mike Adams: “It’s Lessien Melwasul!”
Sasha Grey: “I see it but I still can’t believe it! Where did they find her!?”
~The banter is excited with questions, and exclamations from the poetic~
Mike Adams: “She’s a walking history of violence.”
~to the obvious.~
Sasha Grey: “She’s insane!”
~The form of Lessien is motionless until she finally turns her head towards the ring, the body soon follows. The very air has been polarized and parts for her. It is all so inevitable. The ghosts closest to her howl, protest and envy but she knows they are nothing.~
Mike Adams: “I never thought we would see her again. What a signing by SCW.”
~Lies, SCW had no power here. Lies, this was her story. Lies! Someone was going to pay for them. She was pure, brilliant truth. She would make them all blind and then they would see. The form of Lessien stood in the center of the ring, her hands loose in front of her and her head looking tilted and down. The ghosts howled and tired until a space formed. A space for Alice’s pure voice to seed.~
“I’m just a girl.”
~Betty looked up with the twisted sneer that had only deepened with the years. She pointed her finger out to all them with accusations laced with eternal contempt.~
“Don’t believe a word you hear because the truth would set you free.”
“Fly with me.”
~Alice invited them all.~
“Oh yes, fly with me to the future. It’s all half-finished thoughts and dreams undreamed.”
“I dream of you.”
~Those dreams of Alice were all distorted, twisted and barely human in form. Betty counted it down.~
“Your dimensions have slipped from three to zero to the point where even apathy is beyond you.”
“Look at me.”
“I’m the fucking judgement of time and you are all guilty of letting the past pass you by!”
Mike Adams: “While I respect Lessien Melwasul and all of things she has done. She’s way off base here. SCW has collected some of the freshest and newest names with an eye towards making the future great. We just have to give them a chance.”
Sasha Grey: “I don’t think Lessien has ever been much of a giver, unless it’s pain and or suffering.”
“Timing is a form of perfection.”
~The form of Lessien paced with the timing of the story.~
“Imagine that perfect moment when I found out who my first opponent in SCWwould be, Prysm Ray.”
~A few cheered the unknown name because at least they were sure that Prysm Ray was not Lessien.~
“Shh, from the land of dreams she came.”
~Alice hoped they could sneak up on her and pluck out her wings. Betty had no use for subtlety, not yet anyways.~
“If you dream of nothing! Because that is where she comes from. She has no name. She has no past. She has no form. She is nothing’s eternal Champion and I will drive her back to her blessed people.”
“Drive her away from me.”
~Alice tried to shield themselves. But it was Betty who tore it all away.~
“You fucking ghosts can swallow her whole, whatever is left of her when I’m done.”
“Keys, springs and little gears.”
~Alice's fingers pushed and turned trying to force it all back together.~
“I’m not here to play with toys. I’m not the ghost of Christmas past and I’m not here to be a Champion. I’m here to teach the lessons that our industry has forgot or worse yet write about from their sweet and tailored oblivion.”
~Distaste heavy in the mouth like heavy metals, killing slow.~
“I don’t write about it, Lover.”
“The word is dead.”
~Alice squinted through hard, covered reading eyes.~
“I wrap it around your sweet
virgin
neck. This isn’t a message from the archives. It’s 2011 and the world you tried to escape is rushing back.
It’s alive in spite of you.”
~Alice smiles, truly happy. Betty agrees in time.~
"It's alive to spite you."
“The Queen of the North is dead.”
~Alice proclaims with triumphant and blood laced glee with her arms stretched to the sea of ghosts.~
Cut!!!
~Her arms fall limp to her sides and sway all the strings are cut and lifeless. Her head droops with dead weight. A puppet with no master until Betty takes all the strings in her teeth and raises her head, the last words cutting like Alphnumeric knives.~
“Long live fucking Lessien.”
~The microphone went dead as the form of Lessien basked in the final roar of the ghosts before she slipped from the ring. Lighting a Lucky Strike from a battered pack, a trail of smoke and smell marked her passing. Her Earthworn jacket red against the green of her lights and music. She went backstage.~
Mike Adams: "If there was ever any doubts on the wereabouts of Lessien Melwasul then tonight has made one thing perfectly clear. Lessien Melwasul is in Sin City Wrestling!"
Sasha Grey: "What has Zhafaria Rouge done!?"
