Post by Lessien Melwasul on Sept 22, 2011 23:36:50 GMT -5
~The camera feed cuts momentarily to the loading dock interior, buried in the guts of SCW. But the picture soon shakes, and the scene is unreadable as the camera tumbles to the concrete floor. Indistinguishable voices distort the audio, only adding layers of chaos to the scene until one
clear
fucking
voice focuses everything quite singularly.~
"Get out! Get out!!"
~Footsteps are rapid and complying as everything finally settles down. The boot of Lessien pushes the dropped camera over, righting it and focusing it on a set of matching concrete stairs that led to somewhere else completely. The form of Lessien finally steps into the frame and slowly walks towards the stairs with her back to the camera. Slower than her usual steps, her already braced leg drags behind her. She looks like she is walking away from a twisted wreck of metal and flesh. She looked like that because that was exactly what was doing. The form of Lessien paused before the steps, and tossed the Bombshell title on top of them. With her her hands free, it wasn't long before the a Lucky Strike was lit and filling her lungs with eternal, chemical breath. It was only then that she turned to face the camera, and lowered herself painfully to the steps. A moment of contemplation before the eyes of Alice danced behind the dark lenses and found the center frame.~
"I'm just a girl."
~Alice made the proper introductions and let it all sink in.~
"Oh Lover, I'm just about the baddest thing to crawl out of history and carve her name in the here and now."
"Carve your name on their hearts and you will live forever."
~Betty felt quite differently.~
"Carve the names of others and none of that will matter."
~The free hand of Lessien grasped the sunglasses and removed them from her face to reveal the whole, horror show. Bruises, stitches, missing hair and several broken teeth littered her face to tell the tale of last week. Her sensitive eyes were barely visible beneath the swelling. She took another long, hard drag from the Lucky Strike.~
"None of that matters now, because that is exactly what I did. I carved."
"Little girls from ivory. Little girls from sin."
~Alice sang her tempest song beneath the labored breath.~
"I don't turn them into women. I turn them back to stone, Lover. That's all."
~Another grimace of pain worked it's way across Lessien's distorted. A woman who prided herself on being indestructible was obviously fucked up close to the recognition line. She would never say it in public, but that ladder match had been one of the most barbaric scenarios she had ever been a part of, and that was saying a lot. A long drag from the cigarette only half masked the pain she was in.~
"I think we all understand each other now, right? Extreme violence is nothing if not extremely clear. I have no use for any of you."
"I've seen them all before."
~Their million faces flashed by the minds eyes within.~
"Little girls like you litter the floor of every place I've been and every Championship I've held."
"Hold."
~Alice reminded her gently like the wind.~
"Even better. Ohio, Chicago, Sin City fucking Proper you can take your Pure Athletes and your JoshipuroeliteJ-trash and export them to Maxim Muppet Hell. Springboard DDT your way into flashpan oblivion! Corkscrew yourself into the hall of one season wonders. I'll just take your eyes and throw you away while I take what's mine."
~A soft and subtle sound jerks the attention of Lessien to somewhere off camera. Her ransacked face twists with recognition and a cruel, zero laugh.~
"You??? You should just keep walking, Lover. I've proven that and so much more to you."
clear
fucking
voice focuses everything quite singularly.~
"Get out! Get out!!"
~Footsteps are rapid and complying as everything finally settles down. The boot of Lessien pushes the dropped camera over, righting it and focusing it on a set of matching concrete stairs that led to somewhere else completely. The form of Lessien finally steps into the frame and slowly walks towards the stairs with her back to the camera. Slower than her usual steps, her already braced leg drags behind her. She looks like she is walking away from a twisted wreck of metal and flesh. She looked like that because that was exactly what was doing. The form of Lessien paused before the steps, and tossed the Bombshell title on top of them. With her her hands free, it wasn't long before the a Lucky Strike was lit and filling her lungs with eternal, chemical breath. It was only then that she turned to face the camera, and lowered herself painfully to the steps. A moment of contemplation before the eyes of Alice danced behind the dark lenses and found the center frame.~
"I'm just a girl."
~Alice made the proper introductions and let it all sink in.~
"Oh Lover, I'm just about the baddest thing to crawl out of history and carve her name in the here and now."
"Carve your name on their hearts and you will live forever."
~Betty felt quite differently.~
"Carve the names of others and none of that will matter."
~The free hand of Lessien grasped the sunglasses and removed them from her face to reveal the whole, horror show. Bruises, stitches, missing hair and several broken teeth littered her face to tell the tale of last week. Her sensitive eyes were barely visible beneath the swelling. She took another long, hard drag from the Lucky Strike.~
"None of that matters now, because that is exactly what I did. I carved."
"Little girls from ivory. Little girls from sin."
~Alice sang her tempest song beneath the labored breath.~
"I don't turn them into women. I turn them back to stone, Lover. That's all."
~Another grimace of pain worked it's way across Lessien's distorted. A woman who prided herself on being indestructible was obviously fucked up close to the recognition line. She would never say it in public, but that ladder match had been one of the most barbaric scenarios she had ever been a part of, and that was saying a lot. A long drag from the cigarette only half masked the pain she was in.~
"I think we all understand each other now, right? Extreme violence is nothing if not extremely clear. I have no use for any of you."
"I've seen them all before."
~Their million faces flashed by the minds eyes within.~
"Little girls like you litter the floor of every place I've been and every Championship I've held."
"Hold."
~Alice reminded her gently like the wind.~
"Even better. Ohio, Chicago, Sin City fucking Proper you can take your Pure Athletes and your JoshipuroeliteJ-trash and export them to Maxim Muppet Hell. Springboard DDT your way into flashpan oblivion! Corkscrew yourself into the hall of one season wonders. I'll just take your eyes and throw you away while I take what's mine."
~A soft and subtle sound jerks the attention of Lessien to somewhere off camera. Her ransacked face twists with recognition and a cruel, zero laugh.~
"You??? You should just keep walking, Lover. I've proven that and so much more to you."