Chapter o.2; Exaltation. A CITY, unlike that of New York that never slept, was at its most peaceful hour when suddenly it goes up in a gout of flames. What was once pin drop silence turns into cries for help or of agony as many suffer the burns of the fire and inevitably die within it. Women and children are huddled together as their husbands attempt to fight off the fire heroically. But the flame grows by the second, making it indestructible as it is a weapon of destruction itself. It seems almost unrealistic for a city like this, situated in one of the great states of America to continue to burn without aid but in that very moment, it did not exist in the same dimension. The city hung loose in the air, on its own without any substantial support as its inhabitants struggled within it. In the morning, the fire had still not died down but a black smoke rose above it, signifying the bitter end of most of the lives that were taken. Those who remained looked frightened as they walked as far away from the fire that defeated them but not once removed their eyes from it. And then He came down to them and said. "Be not afraid my children, for I have simply cleansed you of your sins with this fire. Those of you who have remained shall prosper but only within this city of Los Angeles and no where else." As the sun began to go down, the people gathered around the flame that had now been reduced to a small camp fire. They basked in its light and warmth and embraced fire as a friend, not a foe. In the present world, a wealthy businessman who found himself in a state of turmoil burned down his own building because he couldn't raise the funds to complete it. The insurance he collected on that was the foundation of his own empire. He was named the richest man in Manhattan and his business stretched across the earth, making him a legend in every country he entered. When they killed Prometheus, it wasn't yet decided whether fire was a weapon or that which sustained mankind. Imagine the sun dipping away into obsolescence, leaving our world completely black with darkness, cold and inevitably freezing us to our demise. Now imagine the great ball of fire engulfing earth and vaporizing it. REBECCA RANCID was the sun. She was the cause of great destruction and the cause of great salvation. For many years, people thought her to be someone who emitted evil and only evil. She was constantly condemned for everything people saw when they looked at her. But they did not see her, only a mirror and a reflection of themselves. She was exempt from the vision of the human eye, not shielded but simply one who was beyond comprehension. However, as much as she was loathed, there were an astounding number who loved Rebecca Rancid, for all the wrong reasons of course. She was flawlessly beautiful, demanded attention she did not want as she entered a room and had accomplished a great deal of things for her comrades. Her intentions, however, were never clear. People would often mistaken her for a crook, a vigilante but she never accepted any of those titles. No one had managed to induce so much thought to a person of knowledge than Rebecca Rancid. No one was a better muse for artists than the blonde beauty herself. And of course, no one could ever replace the void Rebecca Rancid would leave in the world if she no longer existed in it. What was seemingly a badly built auditorium was the current grounds for a party in Japan. Its construction catered to the Ancient-Greek style of architecture juxtaposed with Renaissance capitals and cornices and a Venetian balcony that projected over the arena. This jumble of the architectural arts was completed with a modernistic touch on the spiral staircases that sprung from the ground floor to the very top. Surely, all of this looked like a poor construction because of the incomplete work on the auditorium. The paint chips still lay strewn on the floor, the edges of wallpapers curling over the walls to reveal bare walls as though it was naked. Naked as Rebecca Rancid looked that evening within it. She wore simply a beige dress that seldom shimmered whenever she moved her body. The strapless wonder clung to her hourglass shaped body and extended over her thighs, ending but a few inches above her knees. As she stood over the railing over the first floor, resting on both palms on it, she wondered what the motivation was behind this place. Tony Patrelli had commissioned an unknown architect, one who was unknown for a good reason, to erect this place. He rendered the place 'unfinished' but it was only because he was about to hire a new one to redo it. Unfortunately, the date for the party had arrived much sooner than the architect supplied them with a drawing of what a new building would look like. The nakedness Rebecca Rancid felt tonight was unlike the nakedness the building seemed to have possessed. She was naked not in a shameful way, but in a way that stated that no object of clothing could ever define her. She thought about the recent news she'd seen pertaining to her. Lee Hellspawn had released a tape in which it was inquired if he had sexual relations with Rebecca Rancid. And followed by that, a slew of youtube videos portrayed men doing the deed with blonde females, women in blonde wigs and even homosexuals who dared impersonate Rebecca Rancid. The men would be infamous for screaming "Rebecca! Fuck me, Rebecca! I want you, Rebecca!" in response to Lee Hellspawn's episode of CSI/IWL promo. Soon it became known that Rebecca was the most desired woman in the world at this moment. Rebecca could not fathom exactly why he would do something like that. Perhaps he was misogynist who only believed a woman's place was on her knees and in the kitchen. Too easy. Perhaps he really desired Rebecca Rancid sexually as she shared the same first name with his wife, otherwise known as Whisper, a woman Rebecca Rancid was no stranger to. As she looked below her, a sea of people were gathered busy mingling with one another and talking business. It was impossible to do so for anyone else but when Rebecca gazed at the sea of many heads, she saw only one. The man was Cross, IWL's current favorite superstar. Rebecca had known Cross way before IWL, however, and the two were good friends but tonight when she saw him, it was as though they had never met before. "Rebecca Rancid!" she heard a voice address her from behind. It was Gregory Pryce, the other co-owner of IWL whom Rebecca had not met with yet. But her face was all too familiar to him and he could have pointed her out in a bevy of blondes if he had to. "Let me just say for starters, how glad I am to be honored by your presence. If you didn't already know, I have read up on you so much and I'm highly grateful that you are here, having your last match in no other federation but IWL." Making no effort to ignore him, she said: "That is very kind of you." "Don't you worry, Lee Hellspawn is obviously not invited because of his current standing with Tony and I." He continued to speak of insignificant things and the monotonous precision in her answers told him she wasn't interested. Her eyes were still fixated on Cross who seldom glanced up at her and when he did, it was as though he had seen her for the very first time that night and was innocently attempting to capture her attention for a quick 'Hello'. Pryce noted where she was looking and smiled to himself amused. "Well I see you are quite fond of our Mr. Cross. Shall I introduce?" Gazing at him now, a wry smile came upon Rebecca's face. "Why that would be just wonderful," she said. On the way there, Pryce thought it would simply hilarious if he introduced her as his wife and since she had no objection, he went along with it. "Cross!" he yelled, in the same manner that he called for Rebecca just a few minutes ago. "How the fuck are you, you asshole?" Pryce asked, a mixture of sarcasm and hatred in his voice. Cross had disappointed him earlier this week but Gregory was a firm believer in being professional and an all around cool guy so it did not bother him much anymore. "Dude, I'm awesome as usual," Cross says casually and then looks towards Rebecca, about to say something to a friend he already knows when Gregory Pryce interjects unknowingly. "I'd like you to meet my wife, Rebecca Pryce," he said and almost believed it then. In fact, he wanted to shout it out on the rooftop. Gregory Pryce was a playboy, one who came equipped with at least two different models on his arms on a daily basis but this woman was too much. From that moment on, he introduced her to everyone in Japan as his wife, watching and being amused by that uncontrollable envy in their eyes. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Cross," Rebecca said as she shook his hand with a subtle wink. "I never expected Mrs. Pryce to be so beautiful," stated Cross before he took Rebecca's hand and kissed it. "She is extremely talented as well," Pryce bragged idiotically. "Actually, she stepped up to the plate and chose to face Lee Hellspawn, your previous opponent in a match this week." "Should be quite interesting." Cross replied. "Well," said Gregory Pryce . "My wife is an amazing woman and I have no doubt that she would take down that rascal Hellspawn. Hell, I'd step in there myself and knock him out if I could for last week but I wouldn't want to take credit." As they were conversing, a Japanese business man and friend of Mr. Tony Patrelli approaches them. "Sorry to interrupt but I was dying to introduce myself to Miss Rebecca Rancid over here." He spoke with an American accent proving that he's been in and out of the country and quite familiar with the people in it. "I'm Eric Tanaka." "Hello Eric," Rebecca said and then took his hand in hers to shake. "It's Rebecca Pryce," Pryce corrected. "She is my wife." Rebecca realized he wasn't pretending anymore. "Oh, I apologize. I wasn't aware you were married, Mrs. Pryce." Before Rebecca could say something, Gregory interjected ordering the Japanese businessman to address him and not Rebecca. "Feel free to join us," said Greogy Pryce, eyeing the seat besides Cross. Tanaka sat down and the they reverted to conversation about the hottest topic in IWL, Lee Hellspawn's drug problem. "So what do you think about Lee Hellspawn taking steroids, Rebecca?" asked Cross. "I don't think of Lee Hellspawn taking steroids, sir," she responded plainly, unable to convey any emotion. Pryce and Cross would have burst out laughing at that point if she had said it with a sly smirk on the edge of her lips. But they gazed at her and nodded, as though they understood exactly what she meant. "Well you should," Pryce then interjected. "Because if he doesn't manage to clear this blunder by Bushido, he won't be on it." Then Rebecca turned to face Pryce and asked: "Are you bribing my opponent, Pryce? Is this of your doing?" Pryce chuckled incredulously. "Is what of my doing?" "There is no need to lie to me. It does not change my opinion of you," she said, this time not bothering to look at him. Gazing at her, blinded by her glamour, he ran his hand up her thigh, pushing her dress up along with it. It infuriated him when she wasn't repulsed nor enticed by it. "And what exactly is your opinion of me?" He did not receive an answer from her, instead she turned to Cross while sipping on her flute of bubbly delight. That only further infuriated him but he was not able to show it in a way one would usually show hatred. Loathe coupled with lust only made him want her more. Stroking her inner thigh, he pretended like she was his for that night but she wasn't, she belonged to man across the table. "You are aware that Lee Hellspawn called your cunt loose," Cross said coldly. Rebecca nodded her head. "I am aware that he is not properly educated when it comes to sex, like any other fourteen year old. The loose vagina is a myth created to scare women into chastity. The vagina only experiences stretching during pregnancy and I have no children. Besides, does it really matter how loose or tight my cunt is? Is that one of the deciding factors in who wins our match?" "It certainly is," Pryce chimes in. "Now that he knows you're sucking my dick, he'll be sure to think it's because of that if you win. Can you picture it? Rebecca Rancid sucks Gregory Pryce in hopes that she'll come out victorious in her match. Except that it'll blow in her face, just like his load." Pryce laughs loudly at his own joke and then forgetting that their Japanese friend can speak english, yells out "Bukkake! Bukkake!" Cross would have laughed in any other instance, but this time he simply gazed at Pryce with a smug look on his face. "Of all the choices in the world, Rebecca, why Lee? You've gone to war with Seifer, Jade Jiles, Drew Stevenson, Kevin Sane, MYSELF, just to name a few and you want to have your last match with.. Lee Hellspawn?" Gregory Pryce took that moment to say: "You two know each other?" but his astonishment went unnoticed by both parties. "I never saw the day that Lee Hellspawn would be back in professional wrestling but here he is, ready and willing to compete with whoever is up for the challenge. I will admit that it is no easy walk in the park to wrestle with him, and I never expected it to be but something about him, kept me interested," Rebecca explained. "Lee Hellspawn does NOT know me and has never bothered to. If I ever chose to refresh his memory, he might recall my short stint in NWA over four years ago but I might be giving the old man too much credit. Nevertheless, what intrigues me about this man is that he is the only one, living or dead, who will not bother to look me up and read up on me because that would take away the mystery. That and I find it particularly annoying when my opponents take it upon themselves to inform me of my past as though I wasn't there to live it myself. But most of the time, they sound like a wikipedia page, edited by everyone and anyone and hardly ever truthful." "You do own one of those yourself, don't you Mrs. Pryce?" asked Cross sarcastically. "Of course, I do. It is a collection of the same bullshit that spews out of those who are greatly annoyed with me and those that sing me praises." "Well I always..." Pryce attempted to interject but was stopped. "Your wife has a lovely body, Mr. Pryce," Cross said and then his eyes were only fixated on Rebecca. "Her shoulders are too narrow but in proportion with the rest of her body. Her legs are too long but it only makes her look even skinnier and an average sized woman would appear to be heavier if she stood side by side with our beautiful blonde. Her waist is too thin. Lee Hellspawn could encircle it with his hands and snap her in half if he wanted to. Her breasts," Cross stops and his eyes move down to her chest to stare at them. "Her breasts are infallible in comparison to any other woman. It is a wonder how her small, skeletal frame somehow possesses chest cannons that would make the Russians piss in their babushkas. Firm, full..." "Stop it!" Pryce snapped. "Can we discuss something else?" "But why do we have to? Is it not considered good form to talk about things one has - or will have - in common?" "CROSS!" Pryce yelled, demanding the attention of not only Cross but those within a 5 mile radius of him. "You saw no problem with discussing her earlier on and I see no problem with discussing her now. Mr. Pryce, there is no woman in this world like your wife," Cross said and he placed his hand on Rebecca's, who had kept hers lying on the table. Pryce's hand, suddenly slid away from where it rest before on Rebecca's thigh. "What are you.. how could you..." "You could slap me in the face, Pryce," Cross said, half turning towards him. But Pryce sat in his seat, feeling the ground move from underneath him. Rebecca and Cross were conversing casually, as though they were at another table, on a date and Pryce was allowed to eavesdrop into their conversation whilst he remained completely invisible to them. "No? You don't want to do that, Pryce?" asked Cross and then he leaned forward and kissed Rebecca on her lips. Pryce's face fell but there was nothing he could really do so he just sat there in his seat as Rebecca and Cross, and the rest of the people lived in the moment. "It was my idea, Pryce," Cross explained. "I have been with a woman recently, the one sitting next to you and pretending to be your wife. After last weeks jumble, I figured I'd bring in someone else to show you that Lee Hellspawn isn't as great as he allows himself and the rest of the brainwashed fags in the world to believe he is. But here's the catch, that friend would be a 5'7, 120 pound woman who I was certain could leave Lee Hellspawn in a pool of his own blood." "And that woman was me," stated Rebecca proudly as she chose that exact moment to sip on her champagne. "But riddle me this, Pryce. What would you do if you were Lee Hellspawn going up against a 5'7 former heavyweight champion who had a high possibility of beating you?" Pryce simply rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything. This makes Cross turn towards Rebecca and prompt her for an answer. "Rebecca?" "Well let's see," Rebecca begins innocently. "I would use Chris Benoit's sample to cheat my way into being tested positive or on a more realistic note, since the government regulates these drug testing labs less strictly for obvious reasons, I would bribe my way into being tested positive so it would cause some conflict within the company I work for and buy me an excuse if I happen to lose my match against Miss Rebecca Rancid. It wouldn't matter if I lost some endorsements here and there, I'm Lee Hellspawn, I could get anything I wanted and the one thing I DON'T want is to look like a washed up hasbeen after some.. girl I don't know beats the crap out of my old wrinkly ass." "But Lee, wouldn't that be a little two obvious?" asked Cross pretending to look confused. "Sure would," replied Rebecca. "So before all the news breaks out, I'd act like I had a problem with management and get them against me so it would look like I have been fucked over by them. Poor old innocent Lee Hellspawn getting tricked and bullied by management who are only keeping him around because their ratings will sky rocket." "Now that's a plan," says Cross pointing towards Rebecca. "You're smarter than I thought you were, Lee.. but not quite smart. Perhaps smart enough for a blond." "Chummon Lee!" exclaimed Rebecca. "How dumb did you think we were? I just couldn't help but elucidate what you seem to be doing here. I can see right through the facade and lies spun by the spider is attempting to cocoon our logic with the silk of your deceit." said Rebecca, a soft but glacial laughter following. "Oh and another thing, your porn flick, cameo in CSI was too cute to miss. I know it was a ploy to try and get to me by calling me a whore, in your own indirect passive aggressive way but it's something I've come to understand about myself and something you should too. Or perhaps you might of already been enlightened by the billions of fans who only prove that my 'loose cunt' is the most desired place to be in on earth. But unfortunately for you and well, Gregory Peck here, I belong to Cross and Cross only. And when I beat you in the ring come Bushido, Cross and I will be celebrating in ways that would blow your fucking crown off your skull." "Or maybe we'd already be celebrating now," said Cross who then pulled Rebecca onto his lap as the two of them made out passionately. - The Perpetual Conflagration THE ORIGINAL DOLL 2008

Chapter o.3; Destruction. ANGELICA NIGHT held a knife to the neck of Rebecca Rancid. Her arms were encircled around the rather fragile blonde’s upper body and it seemed so easy for our Angelica to simply snap her friend in half if she happened to exert more pressure. There was obvious tension brewing beneath the surface of the brunette’s skin and she tightened her grip while also attempting to instill fear within the bleach blonde’s heart. But to no avail, Rebecca just lay there limply. One would have presumed her dead if her light blue peepers were not already open. She wasn't a victim because a victim would have fought till the last breath, even a mild sobbing would have sufficed but Rebecca seemed to be giving Angelica exactly what she yearned for - to have her 'dead'. She felt no relief, no despair, no fear. Her submissiveness was the equivalent of spitting in Angelica's face. Now a psychiatrist would tell you that being subservient sometimes takes an enemy by surprise and through that shock, he or she would immediately lose interest in the matter as though it had suddenly become inutile. However, on rare occasions, one comes across another of animalistic desire that thrives on such passive behavior. Unfortunately for Rebecca, the latter was surely more dominant in Angelica Night. The more a person wouldn't resist her desire to choke the life out of them, the tighter her grip became. Such behavior only further encouraged her. And thus, she slit Rebecca's throat. "REBECCA!" she heard a familiar voice calling out her name and thus sprung up in her bed. Cross was sitting by her bed, his hand over her head. She realized that she had only been dreaming all this time and was now awake in the real world. "I was sitting here for a few minutes watching you sleep, you looked so peaceful," he said sweetly and then in pure Cross fashion smirked and told her, "I didn't like it." Rolling her eyes and getting out of bed, Rebecca decided against telling her object of affection what she was dreaming of. "Back so soon?" she asked instead and then advanced towards the vanity that lay between her walk in closet. Cross looked concerned but masked it immediately as it was not in his nature to show concern. "They gave you a walk in closet here?" he asked, examining the red walls of the suite she had been given for the time being. Knowing Rebecca well enough, he was right to assume that she had them re-painted right before she moved in. It was like sleeping in Communist China, he though - but he did not sleep here once. "They give me anything I ask for," she responded, bringing a wet cloth to her face. "I see," he responded flatly, coming up behind her and wrapping his enormous arms around her thin waist. "So how was your night?" she asked, drying her face with a towel. When she looked in the mirror, she saw only herself - and not him, although he was right behind her. "Did you sleep with her?" "For the last few hours, yes," he said - and then concluded, "We had sex." She nodded her head casually displaying no emotion. He didn't know if it bothered her or she approved of it. Recalling the night Rebecca and Cross first made love wasn't too hard as it was simply a week ago. She was aware of this relationship with Angelica Night when she came over to his house that night but made no mention of it until he did. That night, she wore a red dress and let her hair down when she came to see him unannounced. He saw her standing there, in the middle of his living room. The elegance of her long, tall figure made everything in his house look so vulgar. "What are you doing here, Rebecca?" he had asked. She said nothing but simply came closer to him and before he knew it, they had made physical contact - sexual contact. After sleeping together that night she told him that she wanted him and she did not care who else he was sleeping with but when he was with her, she would belong to him and he would belong to her. "Are you sleeping with anyone else?" she asked suddenly, loosening herself from his grip and walking towards her closet, looking for something she felt like wearing today. "No, are you?" he questioned right back. She said: "Not yet." He had heard: "I will be soon." The night after the two went public with their relationship, Rebecca told Cross to go back home to Angelica Night. She did not know how the other woman would react, she did not care - but that night she felt like sleeping alone. The thought of Angelica Night had never occurred before today. To Rebecca, she was not a human being, she did not live on earth and she need not exist within Rebecca's mind. But after this dream, she was forced to acknowledge the existence of the other woman. She was forced to feel the void Angelica would once she found out her loyal boyfriend was not sleeping with any another woman, but a woman she could never face. "Lee Hellspawn," she said, to herself, but Cross could clearly hear it. "Lee Hellspawn and his students." "What about them?" he asked. "I seem to be going into a match with them all," answered Rebecca spontaneously, just as she knew how to. "Aren't you always going into a match against the world?" he asked. One wouldn't be able to tell if he was being serious or joking at that moment. She pulled a grey top and put it over the black pants she had slipped into. She looked how a man would; strong, stern and cold but her blonde tresses were smooth and humble, cascading down her shoulder in soft waves. Without any effort, she seemed to have captured two worlds and wore them so well that they looked as though she had been born with them. "Why are you with her?" she asked finally. He never thought she would. He did not come prepared with an answer and felt that he never needed to give one to her so he simply said nothing. "You are not chivalrous by nature, yet you act like it - when you're with her." "You've watched us on TV?" he asked, mildly surprised. "Of course," she responded flatly. "Are you only with her because I allow it? Would you drop her if I wanted it to be exclusive?" she asked, already knowing his answer. "I would," he said. "But you know I wouldn't want that," replied Rebecca as she made herself comfortable against the couch she was sitting on. "I know that," he said immediately and then held his hand out, motioning for her to take it. She grabbed onto it and then pulled him onto the couch with her. "You are Mrs. Rebecca Cross after all," he said before placing a kiss on her lips. "Whatever helps Lee Hellspawn sleep in his 8 by 12 cell," she said expressing some amount of sarcasm in her tone. "I should apologize to Mr. Lee Hellspawn, had I felt like I owed him an apology for not conducting any interviews or going to any press all this time. I was dealing with business issues, as any other Don like me would and I certainly don't care for his approval." "I don't blame you, baby. It seems like nobody does," Cross said, as she rested her body against his. "I think I am going to have to. This is the man who's going to end my career like the great Seifer did to Foxy Roxy. Only instead of leaving me alive, forcing me to live with the shame he bloodied me in, he's going to,-" there was a pause in her voice suddenly and then her expression became one that stated she was serious. For the first time, emotions poured through the face of Rebecca Rancid. "-leave me dead!" Both Cross and Rebecca exchanged glances and then burst out laughing. One had never seen Rebecca laugh like this before, her mouth loose and young. Now her head turned towards the camera that lay recording her conversation with Cross for the eyes of the public all this time, breaking the proverbial fourth wall, much like Lee Hellspawn did during his time in the 8 by 12 inch cell he was in, perched upon his bed. "Oh no!" she yelled, her voice breaking with emotion. "Please, no. Don't kill me, Lee. Spare my worthless life, good sir! I am begging of you." And then in finality, a smile came upon her face. "So you want to kill me, Lee? Go ahead and try to. In fact, I'm willing to die for you. I'm willing to die for a man who is an idiot in hopes that the so called Good Lord up there would guide you in the right direction when I'm gone. I'd die for you, Lee but I cannot and will not live for you." Then she rose from the couch. It seemed like nothing existed to her anymore. Not the four red walls of her suite nor its lifeless contents. In fact, the only two things that possesses such life were herself and Cross, who seemingly floated in the air. "I am aware of what fame does, Lee. I've had my share of it. In fact, I've visited a jail cell quite a few times and unlike you, I did not get out after two hours. I spent a whole year in prison not too long ago, in which I was blamed for killing two of the inmates within it when it was apparent that they had taken their own lives. What you're doing to the audience right now, is inducing pity. You are plastering your sulking mug on national television, hoping to get a reaction from the fans, your colleagues and associates in hopes that if you happen to fail to beat me, it will look like I set you up. In your latest documentary, you've opened us to your family life, portraying yourself as the poor man who was a target of unfair ethics by your bosses Tony Patrelli and Gregory Pryce. Is that your way of inspiring sympathy, Lee? Do you think it would make me go any easy on you than I previously intended to? I hope not. I would be deeply disappointed. I don't expect anything of you either. The fact that Tony and Gregory have glorified me in the news is of their doing, not mine. I have no control over the company of IWL, they only called on me for a solution and I gave it to them. But there you are, a man so big and physically strong in a jail cell, crying, confused, irritated. I was in your position, Lee and I overcame whatever obstacles you seem to be facing with such ease and I did it only because during that time, I maintained a cool and calm head and I thought logically, as I always do. You prove that a situation can change a man, Spawn and I, myself prove that I can change any situation that I am in." As she walked around the wooden floor of the apartment, her feet moved in an odd manner, as though there was no ground beneath her. "I suppose I might have made an error in judgement when I considered you a man above research as you clearly would love to dwell on my past. Enjoying my previous matches? You'll find nothing that assists you within them. But for your sake, keep watching as I'm sure you'll find them interesting nevertheless," she spoke in a single, level tone. "You said that you weren't going to roll over for me, that you didn't feel fear brewing beneath your skin upon hearing my name. I never expect anyone to, Lee. I have never asked anyone to do such things in my career but if they did so, it was of their own doing. However, I am pleased that you will do no such thing which prompts me to tell you what else I had in mind." A smile came upon her face as she continued to speak. "Now I have a proposition for you, something I'm sure you'll find quite interesting. Since you brought it upon yourself to steal the International Champion, I think it would be fair of you to put it on the line during our match. The one greater thing than a champion is a defending champion, am I not right? I was never rightful declared a contender but at the same time, you never rightfully earned that belt - if you even earned it at all. I shall wait for your decision when we both enter the ring. I am aware of the fact that it is my last match in this federation and any federation out there but once I'm done beating you for the title, I can put it where it belongs; back on the shelf for the true champions of IWL to fight for. Because you, Lee Hellspawn, are no champion." Turning towards Cross, Rebecca displayed absolutely nothing on her face but he could see exaltation. - The Perpetual Conflagration THE ORIGINAL DOLL 2008