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Post by Emily Thorne on Sept 6, 2011 20:46:05 GMT -5
The arena lights went dark for a moment, and when they turned back around Emily was lying in the middle of the ring once again, staring up at the headlights.
"As you saw on Fight Night two weeks ago
I had defeated a worthy foe
SWIFT tried to win with all her might
but just like the wind she had to take flight
Once again I am in this ring alone
but the enjoyment of hearing her scream and moan
Made me want to hear it more and more
so now whoever comes down to this ring
will become my little wrestling whore" |
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Post by Lessien Melwasul on Sept 8, 2011 21:55:36 GMT -5
~The form of Lessien takes the stage as the arena is swallowed in noise and sound. Her steps are heavy and deliberate. Her face unchanged after losing her chance to erase ReD from her beautiful diary. A diary that was currently selling itself on the corner of Lost and Hope . There were many pages left to turned in this muddled mass of Hell Cats. Emily Thorne was not one of them. It just made everything that much more striking as Lessien entered the ring and stood above the Alice's new found broken toy. The Cheshire grin grew slowly beneath the fallen bangs of green hair and the microphone met her lips.~"I'm just a girl."~Alice corrected, as the ghosts turned and twisted in their chairs.~"Oh Lover, I'm just what you deserve after such an abominable display of poetic license."~Betty glowered from high above.~"Poetry is the orphan of silence."~Alice played with the words on her fingertips and let them be free and breath.~"Poetry is the only whore I know. She'll do anything for you for a price. She'll sing your little nightmare song and tell you she cares. But if you try to kiss her on the lips? Oh Lover, everything will be laid bare.""Dance with me.""Oh yes, I'll write you a line about nightmares meeting fucking reality. The ending might surprise you because the nightmare? It disappears.""Who am I?""I'm the eternal grind... get on your feet Child... Reality is most definitely here."~The form of Lessien pointed to the space in front of her.~ |
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Post by Emily Thorne on Sept 9, 2011 17:39:41 GMT -5
The Black Widow kips up Akin to Shawn Michaels, and then walks up to her new adversary. Face to face, close enough to smell each other's exhales. A smirk formed behind the mask of Emily, unnoticeable to anyone besides Lessien as a result of her eyes moving.
Poetry is in fact, one of the greatest pursuits in the feeble time alive we call life. Not sure why, but the tension in this ring, seems like we can cut it with a knife. I've never met you before, but it seems like we've known each other forever. Oh Lover -is it ok that I steal your word?- tonight we shall do the deed like never.
She takes a step back, still staring into the eyes of Lessien. She could see herself in the reflection of her sunglasses. The signature mask that she wore, the hair that covered the top of her face, they were all noticeable in the image of her buried in the sunglasses of Lessien.
So that being said, tonight we shall reach new heights, and how shall you dance with the devil in the pale moonlight? |
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Post by Lessien Melwasul on Sept 9, 2011 23:06:49 GMT -5
"Oh, how touching. You feel some bond towards me. I'm sure we could make that permanent, Lover. I'll just tattoo myself beneath your precious
fucking
skin. I'm sure you won't object."
"Off with her head."
~Alice teased as Betty considered some parting words.~
"Oh the prices we pay. But I'm not Batgirl, Lover. I won't stop at harming you before handing you over to someone who actually cares. I'll drag you home and make you wish you knew the magic to simply disappear."
"You will be my puppet."
~Alice needed a toy now that all the others were burned or broken.~
"How does that sound for the title of Chapter one? Don't be late, Lover."
~Betty thought that was more than enough words for a first date. She hopped down to the floor and made her exit, ignoring the sea of ghosts that always surrounded.~
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