Post by Kylie Moore on Jun 9, 2021 23:48:58 GMT -5
?: Story time.
The promotional video fades into a figure sitting in a chair, their features shadowed over. The voice that comes through is electronically distorted, much deeper than the original speaker's with the clear intention of hiding their identity. In fact, the scene is not too-dissimilar from that of a witness describing what it was they saw on a crime documentary, with care taken so well that even the room that they are placed in is so nondescript as to give nothing away.
?: A bride-to-be runs away and leaves her hapless groom waiting at the altar. Does that make her a bitch?
The darkened, blurry figure extends a darkened, blurry hand.
?: Well, quick answer is yes, but... It all depends on how you look at it, too.
?: Jesse Lee. The current Revolution 1 Horrorcore Champion. You're probably wondering what this all has to do with you. So listen closely.
The main event of Legacy draws ever closer and you've never found yourself at such a disadvantage. I don't like disadvantages. So I figured I'd tell you a little bit about myself so you could properly prepare.
You see, I've made a, I guess you could say, a career out of Hardcore matches... Ultraviolent matches... and I've got the scars and the steel to prove it. I've worked my way from the bottom many times. I've been in barbed-wire cage matches, I've been driven through countless tables and cut so often by shattered glass more times than I'd willingly care to remember. Pain isn't exactly an old friend of mine, more to me as a fact of life that I've somehow learned to accept just a little bit better than the self-professed warriors that I find myself routinely surrounded by.
I've not just succeeded in UltraViolence, I've excelled.
Every time I have it's been against someone like you, Miss Lee. No disrespect intended, but I know shallow when I see it. I have no doubt in my mind that you're everything that you say you are... but then again... so is everyone else in Revo. You're all the second-coming to professional wrestling. Your brand in particular... this LEETHALITY stuff... you like to make yourself out to be this imposing figure... which you are... but you pretend that you're almost too imposing... as if no one on the roster could touch you.
Trust me when I say this, Jesse Lee, but no one is above the danger of pure violence, not me, and not even you. That story about the bride who left her future husband-to-be at the altar, what if she knew that life with him wasn't what she wanted, after all? What if I told you that I'm not 100% convinced that I even want your Horrorcore championship, or the particular brand of violence that you're going to bring to defend it?
What if I told you right now that I believe every goddamned word that you say when you claim that you're "going to bring hell" and that "none of us know who we're dealing with"? Maybe that's true. Maybe you do fight better than you talk on the mic... with those fucking cliche-filled rants you grace us with because, I don't know, that just seems to be par for the course around here.
Maybe I don't want to fight you because I know what kind of life I'd be signing myself up for should I win and become the new Horrorcore champion...
...but then again, I was never smart enough, bold enough, brave enough to be the bride that ran.
I was always the toughest... until I wasn't. I was always the most brutal... until someone came along and outdid my brutality. I've got a scar on the side of my head where a plate had to be welded to the pieces of my skull the day that I learned I wasn't the baddest bitch on the block anymore. That kind of thing changes a person, you know? When all of that hubris that comes with success has to give way to a bitter dose of humility?
That's why, from day one, ever since returning to the ring and, in the attempt to regain former glory, I've made sure that my words were the softest and sweetest... and above all else, the most true. I'm not going to sit here in a shadow-box and lie to you and tell you that you're not everything that you've built yourself up to be... because you are. Jesse Lee is Lethal in every sense of the word. But trust me when I tell you that "you are until you aren't anymore." And by that time, you're at the mercy of the next bitch who came along to dethrone you. You're entitled to be as unimpressed as you want until you wake up in a hospital room having no fucking idea how you got there or who those people are standing over you.
The worst of all, though, Miss Lee, is looking in the mirror and not knowing who that person is anymore. So excuse me if I'm not exactly thrilled about being thrust back into the Horrorcore scene with someone like you to try to defeat. I'm not too keen on the prospect of putting myself in the position of ending up back in a medically induced coma while surgeons try to glue the pieces of my skull back together for a second time in two years.
But Miss Lee, what sours me even more is the prospect of backing down to such a challenge. I know the best way to deal with a 'Jesse Lee' is to just come straight for her, never back down, and punch the holier-than-thou patron saint of ultraviolence right in her overworked mouth.
And should I stumble forward and somehow beat you, by the grace of anonymity alone...
If I have to suffer through the burden of being the new Revolution 1 Horrorcore Champion, so be it.
...
...
Good Luck.
The promotional video fades into a figure sitting in a chair, their features shadowed over. The voice that comes through is electronically distorted, much deeper than the original speaker's with the clear intention of hiding their identity. In fact, the scene is not too-dissimilar from that of a witness describing what it was they saw on a crime documentary, with care taken so well that even the room that they are placed in is so nondescript as to give nothing away.
?: A bride-to-be runs away and leaves her hapless groom waiting at the altar. Does that make her a bitch?
The darkened, blurry figure extends a darkened, blurry hand.
?: Well, quick answer is yes, but... It all depends on how you look at it, too.
?: Jesse Lee. The current Revolution 1 Horrorcore Champion. You're probably wondering what this all has to do with you. So listen closely.
The main event of Legacy draws ever closer and you've never found yourself at such a disadvantage. I don't like disadvantages. So I figured I'd tell you a little bit about myself so you could properly prepare.
You see, I've made a, I guess you could say, a career out of Hardcore matches... Ultraviolent matches... and I've got the scars and the steel to prove it. I've worked my way from the bottom many times. I've been in barbed-wire cage matches, I've been driven through countless tables and cut so often by shattered glass more times than I'd willingly care to remember. Pain isn't exactly an old friend of mine, more to me as a fact of life that I've somehow learned to accept just a little bit better than the self-professed warriors that I find myself routinely surrounded by.
I've not just succeeded in UltraViolence, I've excelled.
Every time I have it's been against someone like you, Miss Lee. No disrespect intended, but I know shallow when I see it. I have no doubt in my mind that you're everything that you say you are... but then again... so is everyone else in Revo. You're all the second-coming to professional wrestling. Your brand in particular... this LEETHALITY stuff... you like to make yourself out to be this imposing figure... which you are... but you pretend that you're almost too imposing... as if no one on the roster could touch you.
Trust me when I say this, Jesse Lee, but no one is above the danger of pure violence, not me, and not even you. That story about the bride who left her future husband-to-be at the altar, what if she knew that life with him wasn't what she wanted, after all? What if I told you that I'm not 100% convinced that I even want your Horrorcore championship, or the particular brand of violence that you're going to bring to defend it?
What if I told you right now that I believe every goddamned word that you say when you claim that you're "going to bring hell" and that "none of us know who we're dealing with"? Maybe that's true. Maybe you do fight better than you talk on the mic... with those fucking cliche-filled rants you grace us with because, I don't know, that just seems to be par for the course around here.
Maybe I don't want to fight you because I know what kind of life I'd be signing myself up for should I win and become the new Horrorcore champion...
...but then again, I was never smart enough, bold enough, brave enough to be the bride that ran.
I was always the toughest... until I wasn't. I was always the most brutal... until someone came along and outdid my brutality. I've got a scar on the side of my head where a plate had to be welded to the pieces of my skull the day that I learned I wasn't the baddest bitch on the block anymore. That kind of thing changes a person, you know? When all of that hubris that comes with success has to give way to a bitter dose of humility?
That's why, from day one, ever since returning to the ring and, in the attempt to regain former glory, I've made sure that my words were the softest and sweetest... and above all else, the most true. I'm not going to sit here in a shadow-box and lie to you and tell you that you're not everything that you've built yourself up to be... because you are. Jesse Lee is Lethal in every sense of the word. But trust me when I tell you that "you are until you aren't anymore." And by that time, you're at the mercy of the next bitch who came along to dethrone you. You're entitled to be as unimpressed as you want until you wake up in a hospital room having no fucking idea how you got there or who those people are standing over you.
The worst of all, though, Miss Lee, is looking in the mirror and not knowing who that person is anymore. So excuse me if I'm not exactly thrilled about being thrust back into the Horrorcore scene with someone like you to try to defeat. I'm not too keen on the prospect of putting myself in the position of ending up back in a medically induced coma while surgeons try to glue the pieces of my skull back together for a second time in two years.
But Miss Lee, what sours me even more is the prospect of backing down to such a challenge. I know the best way to deal with a 'Jesse Lee' is to just come straight for her, never back down, and punch the holier-than-thou patron saint of ultraviolence right in her overworked mouth.
And should I stumble forward and somehow beat you, by the grace of anonymity alone...
If I have to suffer through the burden of being the new Revolution 1 Horrorcore Champion, so be it.
...
...
Good Luck.