Post by Kylie Moore on Jun 9, 2021 23:50:05 GMT -5
The camera fades in revealing the sight of the Horrorcore Champion sitting upon a folding chair in the center of an empty ring. Clad in a pair of torn-up faded gray jeans, white sneakers, and a tastefully cut-up Drowning Pool T-shirt; a return to form, as it were. Slouched down and with her legs crossed at the ankles, Revolution One's hottest star fixed the camera with a smile that some would consider quite smug.
"How's it goin' Revolutionists? It's ya girl Jessie here to lay down the law an' spit some fuckin' fire. So strap in an' prepare yourselves, cause it's 'bout to get fuckin' LEEthal."
With a chuckle, the young woman uncrossed her ankles and fixed her posture; sitting upright as the sole of her sneakers were firmly planted upon the canvas.
"Now, as I'm sure many of ya know by now, Glory didn't go the way I wanted it to an' that feisty bloke over on Tuesday Night Jin stepped up his game in a big way an' won the whole shindig. Meanin' that the stagnatin' B show has finally got some legs to stand on in terms of ratings; so good on the Brooklygun an' his fellow mates in the Unstable stable. That bein' said it was one helluva boon when I popped up on SIN to put those Left Hands cunts in their place an' make sure that a deservin' Champion was crowned in that good ol' Bloke Mark Kelly; congrats my dude. 'Sides all of that, there has been some online chatter followin' Glory with one big question at the top of each discussion."
"Where does that leave the Aussie Assault after sufferin' her second loss in her first run in the big leagues?"
"Honestly?"
"I might have lost to Jinny june at Glory, but that doesn't mean that my trajectory has been altered. Ya favorite sheila is still on her way to legendary status an' there isn't a thing that anyone can do to stop me. If anythin' the fire that was ignited resultin' from my original loss to that delusional Dorian fella an' if the last several months has been any indication, I'm pumped and primed to go on a tear through the competition here in Revolution One. So yeah, get ready to sit back an' watch me drop a whole host of scrubs on their heads as I continue to make Legacy the better fuckin' brand; hands down."
Leaning forward, the smug look on Jessie's face evaporated and the demeanor of the Brawlin' Belle from the land down Under became serious and focused; unwavering determination burning within her eyes.
"Unfortunately, the first one to end up with their jaw broken an' their body left cactus is none other than the current holder of Level Up's world title Final Boss strap; Maggie Lockheart."
"Now Mags, I gotta admit that admire the fact that ya've managed to build this aura that you're some new sheila lookin' to start fresh here on Legacy despite bein' the big bad Final Boss at Level Up Wrestlin'; which is perfectly fine an' all. However, as the weeks go on it seems less like you're some helpful sheila an' more like an attention seekin' wretch. I mean, anyone who is anyone here in Revolution One helps out the crew, but it takes a special kind of snake to bring a camera along an' film every. Fuckingin'. Moment."
"Like damn, can you be any more desperate?"
"It's a real shame that you keep tryin' to play coy when you've accomplished what you have. I don't blame ya though. The last silly sheila that boasted 'bout bein' a multi-time World Champion at such a young age an' how she was a bonafide Prodigy in the ring ended up dettin' forcefully ejected from the Glory tourney after bein' dropped on her head by yours truly. So that fear of bein' humiliated is understandable. That doesn't mean you're not a cowardly cunt for hidin' your pride an' not fightin' with everythin' you are, but its understandable."
"Then again, that is the very thing that separates us."
"While you hide behind a thin veil, I'm out here bustin' my ass off so that the fans go home happy every fuckin' time. Doesn't matter if I'm bustin' the chops of the Legacy World Champion on Damien Carter or delusionally asinine drongos that make up the Left Hand. I deliver the ass-whoopin' that the people wanna see an' I do so proudly. In fact, if ya REALLY wanna get right down to it, there just isn't anyone in Revo One that has the sheer drive an' tenacity to place the company on their shoulders; not like I do. So beleive me when I say that I'm goin' to carry this company to the top of wrestlin' world an' I'm gonna stake MY claim of bein' the fuckin' best "
"Unlike you, Maggie, I'm not the passenger in this mad race to the top of the industry we love; I'm the God Damn driver."
Reaching down, the Aussie Powerhouse lifted the Horrorcore Championship from the canvas. Then, in a single fluid motion, she rose from her seated position and slung the strap over her shoulder; a proud and determined champion.
"This Tuesday Nigh the lights are goin' to burnin' hotter than the sun an' you can bet your ass that I'm goin' to defend this strap tooth an' nail. I've beaten World Champions an' I have defied the odds on more than one occasion. When we step into the ring on Legacy you'll find out first hand what sort of LEEthatlity I bring when I break another Heart."
Glaring into the camera defiantly, Jessie hoisted the Horrorcore Championship high above her head as the camera finally faded to black. Promising that the main event that the people paid for was going to be worth more than that overrated sparring session that took place between Flyod Mayweather and Logan Paul just a few nights prior.
LETS>
FUCKIN'.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
"How's it goin' Revolutionists? It's ya girl Jessie here to lay down the law an' spit some fuckin' fire. So strap in an' prepare yourselves, cause it's 'bout to get fuckin' LEEthal."
With a chuckle, the young woman uncrossed her ankles and fixed her posture; sitting upright as the sole of her sneakers were firmly planted upon the canvas.
"Now, as I'm sure many of ya know by now, Glory didn't go the way I wanted it to an' that feisty bloke over on Tuesday Night Jin stepped up his game in a big way an' won the whole shindig. Meanin' that the stagnatin' B show has finally got some legs to stand on in terms of ratings; so good on the Brooklygun an' his fellow mates in the Unstable stable. That bein' said it was one helluva boon when I popped up on SIN to put those Left Hands cunts in their place an' make sure that a deservin' Champion was crowned in that good ol' Bloke Mark Kelly; congrats my dude. 'Sides all of that, there has been some online chatter followin' Glory with one big question at the top of each discussion."
"Where does that leave the Aussie Assault after sufferin' her second loss in her first run in the big leagues?"
"Honestly?"
"I might have lost to Jinny june at Glory, but that doesn't mean that my trajectory has been altered. Ya favorite sheila is still on her way to legendary status an' there isn't a thing that anyone can do to stop me. If anythin' the fire that was ignited resultin' from my original loss to that delusional Dorian fella an' if the last several months has been any indication, I'm pumped and primed to go on a tear through the competition here in Revolution One. So yeah, get ready to sit back an' watch me drop a whole host of scrubs on their heads as I continue to make Legacy the better fuckin' brand; hands down."
Leaning forward, the smug look on Jessie's face evaporated and the demeanor of the Brawlin' Belle from the land down Under became serious and focused; unwavering determination burning within her eyes.
"Unfortunately, the first one to end up with their jaw broken an' their body left cactus is none other than the current holder of Level Up's world title Final Boss strap; Maggie Lockheart."
"Now Mags, I gotta admit that admire the fact that ya've managed to build this aura that you're some new sheila lookin' to start fresh here on Legacy despite bein' the big bad Final Boss at Level Up Wrestlin'; which is perfectly fine an' all. However, as the weeks go on it seems less like you're some helpful sheila an' more like an attention seekin' wretch. I mean, anyone who is anyone here in Revolution One helps out the crew, but it takes a special kind of snake to bring a camera along an' film every. Fuckingin'. Moment."
"Like damn, can you be any more desperate?"
"It's a real shame that you keep tryin' to play coy when you've accomplished what you have. I don't blame ya though. The last silly sheila that boasted 'bout bein' a multi-time World Champion at such a young age an' how she was a bonafide Prodigy in the ring ended up dettin' forcefully ejected from the Glory tourney after bein' dropped on her head by yours truly. So that fear of bein' humiliated is understandable. That doesn't mean you're not a cowardly cunt for hidin' your pride an' not fightin' with everythin' you are, but its understandable."
"Then again, that is the very thing that separates us."
"While you hide behind a thin veil, I'm out here bustin' my ass off so that the fans go home happy every fuckin' time. Doesn't matter if I'm bustin' the chops of the Legacy World Champion on Damien Carter or delusionally asinine drongos that make up the Left Hand. I deliver the ass-whoopin' that the people wanna see an' I do so proudly. In fact, if ya REALLY wanna get right down to it, there just isn't anyone in Revo One that has the sheer drive an' tenacity to place the company on their shoulders; not like I do. So beleive me when I say that I'm goin' to carry this company to the top of wrestlin' world an' I'm gonna stake MY claim of bein' the fuckin' best "
"Unlike you, Maggie, I'm not the passenger in this mad race to the top of the industry we love; I'm the God Damn driver."
Reaching down, the Aussie Powerhouse lifted the Horrorcore Championship from the canvas. Then, in a single fluid motion, she rose from her seated position and slung the strap over her shoulder; a proud and determined champion.
"This Tuesday Nigh the lights are goin' to burnin' hotter than the sun an' you can bet your ass that I'm goin' to defend this strap tooth an' nail. I've beaten World Champions an' I have defied the odds on more than one occasion. When we step into the ring on Legacy you'll find out first hand what sort of LEEthatlity I bring when I break another Heart."
Glaring into the camera defiantly, Jessie hoisted the Horrorcore Championship high above her head as the camera finally faded to black. Promising that the main event that the people paid for was going to be worth more than that overrated sparring session that took place between Flyod Mayweather and Logan Paul just a few nights prior.
LETS>
FUCKIN'.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!