vegas tea party

[Emily Thorne]

The lights in the arena shut off for a moment, and when they come back on, the sight of Emily Thorne greets the fans in the ring. The mixed reaction of them was an irritating sound to hear, but the comfort was sitting in front of her. Teapots, rather, what she was going to do with them. The feeling of burning your enemy with scalding hot tea was what she planned for. She would send Lessien burning, crashing, falling, like she did at Scars & Stripes. The pain, the agony, the suffering. Falling, falling, falling...

Lessien Melwasul. Will you please join me in the middle of the ring? It is time to celebrate, I've brought tea.

[/center]

[Lessien Melwasul]

~It didn't take long. It never really did before the music of Lessien fills the hall, followed by the women herself. Her eyes protected by the black lenses, she scans the crowd for life, but finds nothing brighter than herself. There is no surprise captured in her features. She lets the music roll on without her getting another round of feedback from the endless sea. Finally her eyes fall on the ring, and single eye brow of Lessien rises.~

"Like a tea tray in the sky."

~Alice remembered the story well. Betty? She did not care about memories as she finally made her way to the ring. She stepped through the ropes, but kept eyes on the form of Emily Thorne. She knew women in masks could not be trusted. But they could be taken apart piece by piece until she got to the little girl inside. Wouldn't that be fun? The form of Lessien circled slowly until Alice spoke the words.~

"I'm just a girl."

~The reaction was immediate from the sea of ghosts. The truth burned them like acid. Betty, herself, was unmoved.~

"It's your party, Lover and my name keeps dripping from your lips. It's almost like you want my complete attention."

"Worship me."

~Alice commanded from her rightful place.~

"Oh yes, say my name two more times and all the wishes in the world won't turn back time on all the mistakes you're about to make. Scars and Stripes you had the right idea. You escaped me."

~The form of Lessien stopped, her eyes centered cold.~

"Why you stopped and turned around? I'll never fucking know."

[Emily Thorne]

The wonders of the world are unattainable to us. Inside that cage, it was hell. Lightning and thunder emitted from every strike that connected. Fire and water leaked from the sides of the cage. In the recesses of your mind, you knew you were fighting a losing battle.

And in the middle of the night, darkness falls.
and so does the form of Lessien Melwasul.

A smile eclipses the face of Emily Thorne. She was trying to get under Lessien's skin. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing to do so. It was easy. Getting her angry was easier done than said.

Once again we battle? That shiny gold around your waist entices me. I could've easily stolen it at Scars & Stripes.

Stolen it right from your grasp. From the top of the cage you were Falling, falling, falling.

The battle isn't over yet. The battle left you battered and bruiser. The battle left permanent scars for you Lessien Melwasul.

There's the third time, will you now prepare for war Ms. Melwasul?

[Lessien Melwasul]

~The lips of Lessien formed a smile that was far from sincere as it could get. Lessien did not like to play word games and she hated the abuse of poetic imagery even more than that. But worst than all that combined? For the second time, this piece of wasted flesh was dictating terms to her.~

"You silly

fucking

puppet."

~The words were delivered light and carefree. A small taint of laughter at the tips as she corrected the youth..~

"I don't prepare for war, Lover."

~A storm crossed, and etched her face with all the ugly lines she had collected.~

"I am war naked for thee."

~Lessien was not the fastest, but she was sudden and did not hesitate. Trench, leather and fists exploded from the form of Lessien and swallowed Emily whole. The ghosts smelled blood as fists found face and skull in rapid succession. They screamed for more, and she obliged them viciously. Had Emily Thorne been ready for this? Had Emily Thorne pushed the buttons she had hoped too?? The point of Lessien's elbow was the question mark crashing home again. She was beyond enraged. She was no longer home.~

[Emily Thorne]

It all happened so quickly. She wasn't even expecting the attack, she at least looked for a warning. But no, there was none. The fists came raining down on her face, and she was frantically trying to get away, to recollect her thoughts. She caught a lapse between the punches and grabbed Lessien's arm. She was able to escape the ring after a vicious headbutt sent to the head of Lessien. She was sent sprawling back, and Emily was able to get out of the ring. Recollecting thoughts. What the fuck just happened. Why? How?

Blood trickled down her lip as she thought. She looked into the ring to see Lessien coming towards, her, wiping the blood from her mouth. Blood was spilled. It was now time for war.

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Lessien held the ring. She held the high ground. She held her proper place. But she couldn't see any of that. The only sound in her ears was pounding blood as she snatched up the dropped microphone.~

"You don't set the table, Lover. I do! I'm the Champion. I'm the name. I'm the fucking hatter, Lover and you're in my world. I'm the tour guide!"

~Lessien spit over the top rope before trying to remove her own hair with her own finger tips. Words almost failed her. Almost, as she put the microphone to her lips again. A vision burning through the mental static and jagged breathing.~

"That's exactly what we're going to do, you miserable little child. Tables match! Then we'll see what you have in your fucking eyes. Then we'll see where you stand. Then we'll see if I give you a title shot. I call the shots! Not you!! I'm Lessien Melwasul!!! I'm yours!!!!"

~She barely made any sense, but it was all perfectly clear. She broke contact and paced around the ring, beside herself in several ways.~

[Emily Thorne]

Emily wiped her mouth again. The blood that trickled down her lip was like war paint to her. A thin line of it. Symbolism. Only she knew the connection.

I could've taken your title easily last week.
The match we have, hell will wreak.
There will be no other
and the word "lover"
will be the last. fucking. word. you ever. speak.

A Cheshire grin crossed her face, and a laugh escaped she. It was obvious that she was content with toying with her prey, she didn't want to strike just so soon.