Post by Jessie Lee on Aug 30, 2021 22:04:14 GMT -5
"Fuckin' 'ell......"
With a vice-like grip on either side of the locker room sink, Jessie found that it took most of her strength to remain standing. Her first sanctioned venture on SIN since the original draft to Legacy had gone......about how one might expect. The bruises were already beginning to darken, making the scars from her bout with Maggie all the more visible. Toni had come at her hard and even went so far as attempting to drug her way to victory; to the Horrorcore Championship. Hell, that kind of tenacious knockdown drag-out war is EXACTLY what the young Aussie wanted. By bringing out the best from her competitors, the wandering eyes of the wrestling world would be forced to turn their attention to Revolution One; to acknowledge them.
"C'mon Jess, get it together......."
Although her voice was low, it seemed to echo through the small room as she closed her eyes as the world began to sway. It was difficult trying to get everyone in Revolution One to be better than their assumed best, but that was the sort of challenge that she wanted. She wanted them to resist and cower deep within their zones of comfort. It was all the more rewarding when she finally got to them and hit that single button that flipped the proverbial switch. Though, admittedly, it wasn't exactly the wisest thing to do given some of the more.........multifaceted aspects of some of her fellow roster mates.
Maggie Lockheart; the former Horrorcore Champion.
Ever since she ate defeat that night in Cleveland the battle-scarred woman seemed hell-bent on getting some sort of revenge; not that she could blame her. After all, she herself had gotten her own taste of vengeance when she cost Anya the International Championship. However, what she DID find fault in was the sheer inconsistency of which she was going about it. Like, was defending a scuzzball like Xander Young Zaber worth contradicting everything who said you were? The slimy bloke was finally getting his just desserts against Jin, and Karenitis infected Magpie and ran out for the quote-unquote save. Although she only ended up costing her buddy the victory
That wasn't it, was it?
Whether Maggie knew or not she was looking for a full-blown war of mind, body, and soul. There wasn't going to be any other way to settle things. Words had failed once Maggie had decided to react by trolling instead of amicably arguing point for point. She had failed to garner the throng of internet support needed to eliminate the Aussie Assault from social media; in fact, Lever Up seemed to realize how one-sided the conversation had really been. Call it intuition, a hunch, a feeling, or what have you but there was something deep within her soul that told the dauntless powerhouse that neither of them would stop until the one had taken their last breath.
Well, until SHE had taken her last breath anyway.
BZZZZT!
BZZZZ!
BZZZT!
With the sound of her phone breaking her free of the partially drug-induced reverie, Jess fumbled picking it as she went to answer.
"Sup Jin?"
"Could you PLEASE hurry up? We gotta get going and not even Father Time is going to wait on Lee-Jin forever."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there in a sec. Don't get your knickers in a bunch ya goof."
"Hey, you're not the boss of me! Maybe I wanna get my.....knickers(?) in a bunch? Hm? Ever think of that?"
"Nope an' I don't have any desire to. See ya in a bit, my dude."
With one final look into the mirror, Jessie grabbed her things and made her way towards the car that sat waiting for her in the parking garage. What was it that people often said? Things were going to get worse before they got better? Well, that statement was perfect.
TOO perfect a fit.
"Revolution One!"
With the familiar sight transitioning into view of a battered and bruised-up young Australian, the two-time Horrorcore Champion was all smiles as she stood surrounded by an array of parked vehicles. Clad in a pair of back and white sneaks, torn up faded black jeans, and an old Escape The Fate shirt that had been tastefully cut up to pure rock idol perfect; Jessie played a small drum roll upon the faceplate of the championship that she wore around her waist.
"Tell me y'all, just how good is it to see a bloated toadsucker such as Mister Alphabetically challenged get his jaw cracked? To see the light desperation light up his eyes once he woke the fuck up from his little nappy time? Then watch as he lost that silly little Futures strap right from under his nose?
"Pretty good, yeah?"
"Well, how much BETTER was it that I took little miss Besley to the limit and TERMINATED Toni's Time in the sun? How good was it to watch as that arrogant little bish get her mouth forcefully shut when bein' tossed into the back of that ambulance? How good was it to watch ME completely beast through ever move an' trick she could come up with and STILL stand tall as the Revolution One Horrorcore Champion?"
"Yeah, that's what I thought. It's even fuckin' BETTER than seein' drongos runnin' around like headless chickens' tryin' to entertain all of ya. I know it sounds kinda harsh, but we gotta face the reality that there just isn't anyone other than my boi Jin that's really worth watching on SIN when it comes to a bi-weekly basis. That bein' said, this ain't Tuesday Night SIN now is it? It's Tuesday Night fuckin' LEEGACY an' there just any option BUT to be entertained by the number one show in Revolution One!"
"Sorry Jin, my dud,e but thems are just the facts since I came back. Don't worry though, we'll get those pudgy shills on SIN whipped into Legacy-worthy shape soon enough."
Despite the bruised appearance and innate sense of intimidation that radiated from the plucky brawler, a genuine laugh erupted from her as if someone had told her the funniest thing that she had ever heard. However, it wasn't but a moment later that the cheery smile and playful light dissipated and was replaced by the icy-cold look of determination and focus that had been so often right before really got down to business. Needless to say, HER business was good!
"Alright now, it's time for some real talk."
"The BallBusters, Ian Dempsey and Brian Adams; let's get the glaringly obvious thing out of the way first, yeah? Your name is fuckin' stupid. Like, it isn't even that sophomoric primary school funny that most kids find fuckin' hilarious. It's straight-up uninspiring and totally reeks of just exactly how much inadequacy you both feel on a minute-by-minute basis. Like, you might be thinkin' that I'm talkin' out my ass, but it's pretty clear that you're both thinkin' our your asses. I don't give a fuck whether or not ya had any success outside of Revo One nor do I give a damn if you're thinking that this is gonna be your big break when you square off against myself and ol' Magpi."
"This ain't your world, fuccbois."
"It's MINE,"
"So believe me when I say that, despite how much my partner hates me, I'm still comin' for both of your throats in that ring. When I say that I'm rollin' back into Pittsburgh with the intention of twistin; your sacs off and feedin' them to ya then you better damn well fuckin' believe me. Cause I'm not here to play dress-up with pathetic little ankle-biters like you two. I'm here to do what I do best and that's fuckin' DOMINATE those that think they're tough; that think they can't be fuckin' touched. I'm here to be the very BEST that Revolution has to offer and to make sure that this company thrives regardless of whatever pair of slimy never-will-bes feels like steppin' through those ropes."
"If ya haven't figured it out by now fellas, I ain't here to fuckin' play with Derrick Vayden wannabe an' a guy that actually thought callin' himself a cooter cleaner was a grand fuckin' idea."
"The levels of idiocy between the two of you is staggering and almost impressive."
"Now, as confident as I am that I'm going to whoop both of you till ya both are black and blue, I would be lyin' through my teeth if I didn't say that there might be a slight chance you could pull off the upset of the decade. See, Magpie an' I don't seem to see eye to eye and anyone with an IQ above 10 can see that. In fact, given her actions last Tuesday, it might be pretty safe to say that she's aiming for my throat an' that's fine. It wouldn't be the first time some wicked witch thought goin' at me like that was a good idea. In fact, I went and took away the only thing that made the cunt TRULY relevant. Now? Now she's just another old bag for Carter to fuckin' body."
"Kinda like how the two of ya are goin' get bodied this Tuesday Night!"
"Kinda eerie how everything comes back 'round to me kickin' your collective asses an' sendin' ya both back down to obscurity hell, yeah?"
"Obvious things aside; can you guys imagine if Mags and myself ACTUALLY went out there and took care of business as a proper team? Two Horrorcore hardened women standing tall and decimatin' two spineless, sacless, ballless bustas that can't even understand the simple fuckin' concept of just how outmatched they are against one of us let alone against BOTH of us. I mean fuck, it was only a couple of weeks ago that Maggadoodle an' I tried to kill each other over the Horrorcore strap in that glass table match! Does anyone really think that there is any the two of you fuckwatts can do that'll actually compare to THAT sort of hellish beatin'?"
"Don't answer that."
"Cause ya damn well know that there isn't a damn thing either one of ya can do. You can struggle in vain as much as ya want an' you can keep goin' for all the dirty underhanded tricks ya want, but at the end of the night it'll be me and Magglasaur that's standing with our hands raised; My Horrorcore strap a shinin' under those bright lights. The crowd a roarin' over how many pints of YOUR blood that we spilled out onto that canvas. Then, once we're done soakin' in the adulation of the fans, we'll go back to fightin' each other."
"Cause the BallBusters don't mean shit here in Revolution One."
"Never HAVE."
"Never WILL."
"In fact, it's pretty fittin' that Remembrance is right 'round the corner cause the ENTIRE wrestlin' industry is going to remember the BallBusters for what they truly are.......a waste everybody's fuckin' time."
"Now.....I know this ain't a Horrorcore strap match, but I"m treatin' it as though it is so......."
With a deliberate motion, Jessie Lee undid the Horrorcore Championship from around her waist and held it high into the air; proud as fuck.
"Let's."
"Fuckin'"
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"