Post by Jessie Lee on Oct 11, 2021 19:32:07 GMT -5
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLUUUUUUUUUUUTION ONE!"
"Tell the baddest bish just HOW GOOD Tuesday Night LEEgacy is lookin' as we're barrelin' headfirst into this so-called "New Era"! Hold up? New Era? Nah bish; the Diamonds have it all wrong if they're thinkin' this is something new. Ya see, whether any of ya wanna admit it or not, that real true blue competitive fire has constantly being stoked an' the fans get fuckin' fanned whenever my mug hits the screen. Why? Cause y'all fuckin' hate me in some way; whether it be my brazen attitude or the way I power every trick ya got the ol' Horrorcore Hottie has gotten so into your heads that all ya can think about polishin' your in-ring skills so that ya can pop me in the mouth in hopes of takin' me down."
"Almost like me bein' a big ol' meanie face and constantly sayin' how I'mma carry this company on my back ain't some kinda bullshit."
"Funny how that works, yeah?"
"Now, as much as I wanna continue on with the "I told you so"'s, it's 'bout time the inaugural Risin' Star Champion starts talkin' shop; what every Revolutionist watchin' wants to hear loud an' clear. See, some people might have looked at who was drafted to where an' what number they drafted at an' started thinkin' that there might be one mighty storm brewin' when my boi was drafted at number one on the show that I'd been building to diligently. That our overblown egos might clash an' that we'd be at each other's throats by the time Legacy rolled 'round again. In fact, they even would mistakenly conceive the notion that our future tag team dominance would come to a premature end as we turned to cats an' dogs over the draft."
"Know what I say to people thinkin' that foolish?"
"Ya REALLY don't know shit."
"In case anybody has forgotten, I took Jinnie out in a hellish eight-man first blood elimination brawl; and yes, that is a mouthful to say; an' he repaid the favor in kind when he knocked my ass out of the Glory tournament shindig that earned him that world strap shot in the first place. Jeez. It's almost like some people have selective memories or somethin'. Anyway; the point is that even if we DID implode like that then we'd still be headin' into the main event at the XL Center against the Florida MAn Brotherhood. Cause, in case you've been livin' under a rock, we're a pair of fighters that'll take on ANY fight with fuckin' smile. Hit us and we'll hit ya HARDER. Throw around the ring and we'll throw ya FURTHER. Beat us down an' bloody us up an' you KNOW that we'll fuckin' go for the jugular an' leave ya dead on death's row."
"We KNOW it."
"The Revolutionists KNOW it."
"The Griffins?"
"They'll fuckin' RESPECT it."
"Ya hear that fellas? The two most dominant cunts in professional wrestling today are rollin' into Hartford an' we're lookin' for a fuckin' fight! Ya think the two of you can step up and challenge us with your five years teaming expertise? Are ya confident enough in each other's in-ring prowess to trust the other not to get knocked out? I hope so, oh I fuckin' hope so, cause that is EXACTLY the kinda mindset I wanna be taking head-on in this main event. Cause that's what we're here for, right? To live our dreams as wrestlers and put on the very best show we can; to test the work put into the skills we take pride in?"
"If not, then I suggest ya fuckin' turn tail and run as fast as you humanly can. Cause Jessie Lee don't play that weak ass shit."
"That said; Krytos and Eli, before your execution on live television I just want the two of ya to understand that I really am lookin' forward to this fight. It isn't just 'bout two future iconic tag teams debutin' against each other. We're puttin' the old saying of "blood is thicker than water" an' "blood doesn't make a family" to the grind. We're puttin' ideologies to the test by beatin' the hell out of each other just so we can prove just which quote-unquote type of family will come out on top; the one you're forced with or the one ya choose."
"Naaaaaah, I'm just kiddin'. We're not doing something as gnarly as that."
"......."
"Or are we? Hmmmmmmmm?"
"But seriously, we're not doin' something like that. Nope. This is just a case of two hungry teams goin' at it tooth an' nail to determine just who sits at the top. I gotta say though, you guys have already made two HUGE mistakes and are bound to flub whatever slims odds of winnin' ya had. First off, you're challengin' LeeJin an' that means you've already prepared for how fucked you are. Second; big gamer boi Krytos went an' made the big mistake of tellin' the world that his brother has bicep problems. Any fighter worth their salt knows that ya just don't go 'round paintin' bullseyes on their own weaknesses; especially not their own flesh and blood's. Kinda a dick move to be honest. Good job big brother Krytos, not only will we be takin' that win but we'll also be takin' Eli's arm as a trophy."
"No. Really."
"I'm the bish that did Horrorcore the best. I ain't afraid of bustin' out an ax to chop some limbs off. The Holloween fanatics will eat that shit up!"
"So I suggest the two of ya meet up prior to steppin' foot in Hartford, write up your final will and testaments, and take your Shots of Jin. Cause you boys 'bout to find out that the rumors of The Brooklyn-Gun an' the Aussie Assault bein' the very definitions of LEEthality ain't just rumors. They're one hundred percent fuckin' fact."
"......"
"Let's."
"Fuckin'."
"Go."
This gold… it doesn’t feel real. Nothing honestly does right now. I know I celebrated… I know I had my hand raised, but how do I know that this isn’t all just another fucked up illusion from my own fucked up brain?
I sit alone in my hotel room resting on the wood flooring; my back against the wall. All I can do is stare at the championship sitting in my lap. I run my fingers across the plate… my body feels it… but despite all of this I still can’t quite shake the feeling that it isn’t legit.
What if this is some … I don’t know… shield to trick me into being happy? Like… some sorta trip to just get through til the next break down? What if just like with…. With… god I can’t even think of his name. What if it’s all protecting me from the truth. That I’m not good enough.
My eyes never leave the championship.. As if I keep staring, maybe I could find my answers. Maybe somewhere in that metal reflection I could finally get some peace of mind… put myself out of my own misery.
I rap my knuckles against the face plate.. One more check that I’m not imagining it.
?? : You know no matter how many times you check it still won’t make this any less real.
“Your” voice startles me, but I don’t even look up. Still transfixed on the belt I know there’s no reason to look… I can see there’s no one in the gold reflection. I know you’re not really there no matter how badly I wish that you were.
Min-jun: I know you’re not real.
”Taehyun”: You’re right Minnie I’m not… but that title is. Your victory is. Why are you not proud?
Min-jun: Why would I have any reason to be proud? Why would I have any reason to believe that this isn’t just something else that can be taken away from me in moments no matter how fucking hard I try to SAVE IT!?
My body begins to tremble as my voice raises. The Legacy World Championship starts to shake violently in my hand.
Min-jun: I CAN’T CELEBRATE BECAUSE I’M JUST GOING TO FUCK IT UP! I’LL LET MY GUARD DOWN AND THIS WILL BE RIPPED AWAY FROM ME! I GET TOO COMFORTABLE… TOO FUCKIN’ COCKY AND THIS GOLD WILL TURN TO RED JUST LIKE YOU TAE!
”Taehyun”: Well judging by the fact you’re screaming at your dead ex boyfriend…. I don’t think you have to worry about getting too comfortable Minnie. You need to get it together. This title means more than just glory. It means you can provide for our little band of misfits like we always wanted to. It means they’re your hero. You need to realize that and honestly you need to stop beating yourself up.
And that breaks me. The tears just pour seemingly with no end. As they fall onto the belt for a moment “your” face flashes onto metal, but it disappears as does your voice when a knock comes at the door. I take a second to compose myself as best as I can. I wipe the stream of tears from my cheek and lower my gaze to hide my eyes.
Min-jun: Come in. It’s unlocked.
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Like a powerful burst of wind, the door of the hotel room flew open, and in marched the Revolution One Rising Star Champion; Jessie Lee. In an instant, the mournful air that had to hang heavily was replaced by an emotionally charged and volatile one. This might not seem like a very big difference from the woman that the fans got to see on tv, but this was just something else entirely. A deep-rooted sense of pure disdain seemed to radiate forth from her skin as a seemingly perpetual rage caused her steps to have more force than normal. Yet, it was the irate exasperation coloring the tones of her voice that gave an indication of just how personal was derived. Even so, the feeling of helpless frustration became visible beneath the dark storm clouds as she paced about the room; like an animal caged.
Jessie Lee: "Sorry for bargin' in on ya like this, but I just can't just let this lie an-FUCK HIM AND HIS GOD FORSAKEN BULLSHIT! SERIOUSLY! YOU'D THINK THAT IN TWENTY-SOME-ODD YEARS OF LIFE THAT USELESS PIECE OF SHIT WOULD ACTUALLY BE, I DON'T KNOW, FUCKING USEFUL FOR A FUCKIN' CHANGE? I MEAN IT'S NOT LIKE THE GYM ISN'T FALLIN' ONTO HARD TIMES THANKS TO ANDY'S SIT-MONEY? HE HAS THE NERVE TO DEMAND MONEY FROM ME WHILE I'M ALREADY SENDING MY EARNINGS BACK HOME JUST TO HELP PAY FOR THE PLACE AND HE WANTS ME TO SEND HIM SOME? FOR WHAT? SO HE CAN CONTINUE BEING A GOD DAMN SLACKER WHILE I CONTINUE TO BUST MY ASS? NAH! NOT FUCKING HAPPENING! I'M SO FUCKING TIRED OF HIS BULLSHIT! LIKE, SURE, WE'RE TALKIN' 'BOUT THE BLOKE THAT THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY TO HIDE GWARDER SNAKES IN MY FUCKIN' SHOES WHEN WE WERE NAUGHT BUT ANKLE BITERS-BUT COME THE FUCK ON! IT'S FUCKIN' BULLSHIT, RIGHT? RIG-"
Falling silent mid-tirade, the raging Australian was able to see just what state Jin was in. In fact, he was quite far from what she had been expecting to see when she had furiously pounded on the door moments ago. No. The man that sat on the bed wasn't someone who was going to look her in the eye, that downtrodden look and somber air about him made that clear. With her personal vendetta against her brother being pushed to the back of her mind, concern over her friend took precedence. Concern as to what had happened that her normally sassy as all fuck partner would be this solemn; this despairing. Needless to say, Jessie had long since ceased her pacing once Jin's current attitude caught her attention.
Jessie Lee: "Ya know what? Never mind all of that, just forget bout whatever it was I was blubberin' on about. How 'bout ya tell me what's eatin' your jibblets alive, yeah? Might not seem like it, but I'm a pretty damn listener. So......"
With a surprising amount of gentleness, the Australia Powerhouse sat upon the cold wooden floor next to him, draping an overly familiar arm across his shoulders.
Jessie Lee: "Tell ol' Jess what's eatin' her bestest mate alive?"
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Jessie Lee: "Sorry for bargin' in on ya like this, but I just can't just let this lie an-FUCK HIM AND HIS GOD FORSAKEN BULLSHIT! SERIOUSLY! YOU'D THINK THAT IN TWENTY-SOME-ODD YEARS OF LIFE THAT USELESS PIECE OF SHIT WOULD ACTUALLY BE, I DON'T KNOW, FUCKING USEFUL FOR A FUCKIN' CHANGE? I MEAN IT'S NOT LIKE THE GYM ISN'T FALLIN' ONTO HARD TIMES THANKS TO ANDY'S SIT-MONEY? HE HAS THE NERVE TO DEMAND MONEY FROM ME WHILE I'M ALREADY SENDING MY EARNINGS BACK HOME JUST TO HELP PAY FOR THE PLACE AND HE WANTS ME TO SEND HIM SOME? FOR WHAT? SO HE CAN CONTINUE BEING A GOD DAMN SLACKER WHILE I CONTINUE TO BUST MY ASS? NAH! NOT FUCKING HAPPENING! I'M SO FUCKING TIRED OF HIS BULLSHIT! LIKE, SURE, WE'RE TALKIN' 'BOUT THE BLOKE THAT THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY TO HIDE GWARDER SNAKES IN MY FUCKIN' SHOES WHEN WE WERE NAUGHT BUT ANKLE BITERS-BUT COME THE FUCK ON! IT'S FUCKIN' BULLSHIT, RIGHT? RIG-"
Falling silent mid-tirade, the raging Australian was able to see just what state Jin was in. In fact, he was quite far from what she had been expecting to see when she had furiously pounded on the door moments ago. No. The man that sat on the bed wasn't someone who was going to look her in the eye, that downtrodden look and somber air about him made that clear. With her personal vendetta against her brother being pushed to the back of her mind, concern over her friend took precedence. Concern as to what had happened that her normally sassy as all fuck partner would be this solemn; this despairing. Needless to say, Jessie had long since ceased her pacing once Jin's current attitude caught her attention.
Jessie Lee: "Ya know what? Never mind all of that, just forget bout whatever it was I was blubberin' on about. How 'bout ya tell me what's eatin' your jibblets alive, yeah? Might not seem like it, but I'm a pretty damn listener. So......"
With a surprising amount of gentleness, the Australia Powerhouse sat upon the cold wooden floor next to him, draping an overly familiar arm across his shoulders.
Jessie Lee: "Tell ol' Jess what's eatin' her bestest mate alive?"
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What’s Jessie ranting about? I can’t even focus… she sounds mad.. probably something important. Try to pay attention Min-jun… brother… oh yeah he’s an asshole….
I try to let her know in someway that I’m listening, but it’s like all energy… all motivation just feels gone. I feel empty. Before I can will myself into engaging in the conversation Jessie goes quiet. More than quiet she goes…. Soft?
That’s not a word I’d ever really call her.. She’s the roughest, toughest, baddest bish I know… but in the moment when I hear her slide down the wall next to me… when I feel her arm over my shoulder… soft feels right.
I still avoid eye contact, it’s probably the only thing keeping me from looking like a weak puddle of tears right now.
Min-jun: I’m fine Jessie.
I don’t even need to see her face to know she’s shooting me a “yeah fuckin’ right” look right now.
Min-jun: Really I’m fine Jessie. I’m fine. I have to be fine. If I’m not fine then I’m weak and I won’t be fuckin’ weak again. I can’t be weak. I can’t break. If I break I let people down. I fail people. I can’t fail anyone again. Last time I did…
I choke back a sob, but clearly it doesn’t escape Jessie’s attention as she squeezes my shoulder gently. A woman who is never at a loss for words just silently showing solidarity and support. That’s enough to push me over the edge. It feels like words just start rushing out of me with no control.
Min-jun: Last time I failed someone they ended up dead… no matter how hard I tried the blood it was just… there was so much red and I couldn’t stop it. And Taehyun just looked at me… he was so scared… like his eyes were just begging me to stop the bleeding.. get the bullet out… and I couldn’t. His eyes were so fearful… in so much pain.. And then they weren’t anything. Just white… and I’ve been seeing him Jessie. And hearing him. I know it’s not real, but he talks to me…
As all of this seemingly explodes from me I feel my heart pounding and my breathing becoming unstable. My body shakes and tenses… the back of my neck feels like it’s on fire… and without words Jessie just holds me with her one arm. Rides it out until pounding becomes muffled, heat dies out, violent shakes become slight trembles. Once my breathing gets next to normal and the world stops spinning I finally look her in the eyes.
Min-jun: Jessie….I think I’m going crazy.
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Pain.
Anger.
Self-loathing and helplessness.
All of these seemed to flood forth as the words began to flow like a newly broken dam. Yet, it was the sorrow and desperation that resonated the most with her. It was the seemingly bottomless pit of frustrated knowledge knowing that there wasn't anything that could have been done to stave off the end result and the desperation of still thinking that there was something she could have done regardless of just how shitty the situation was. She might not like to have it shoved so blatantly in her face like this, especially at Jin's expense, but right now it was like looking into a mirror. The only difference being that she could help HIM and not herself.
After several silent heartbeats, the Australian gently pulled him closer before delivering a gentle but firm headbutt to the center of his fivehead.
Jessie Lee: "Trust me, my dude, you ain't crazy is the slightest. If anything you'd still be able to talk more sense than most of the nutters on the Revo One Roster. However, ya gotta understand that there are just some things in this world where the strength in our bodies and the love in our hearts just isn't enough to change things that happen. Sometimes there is just some higher thing happening and all we can do is watch. Does it suck? Abso-fucking-lutely it does, but all we do is hold it together the best we can after the fact. I don't think your boy, Teahyun, would want ya to be mentally fucking yourself. 'Scuse me for sayin' this, but if he's anything like me then I'm positive he was the type of dude that'd rather you focus on who he was an' the life he celebrated every day. None of this whatcouldabeen's or survivor guilt, savvy?"
Reaching across with her other hand, Jessie gently tapped the faceplate of the Championship strap that her fellow compatriot in emotional duress held upon his lap.
Jessie Lee: "Now this? It doesn't mean a fucking thing to what you're goin' through right now. It's just the reward ya earned for bein' the fuckin' best at checkin' chins. The only drongo that you'll let down losin' is yourself. I'll still right here and those kids you're always fightin' for will always be cheerin' ya on. In fact, I don't think even Teahyun would either. I'm sure he'd tell ya to stand back up, wipe the blood from your lip, and dust yourself off, 'cause you're a fuckin' fighter, and fighters FIGHT with everything that they are. No matter how big or how seemingly fucked the situation is, a true fuckin' fighter meet that challenge. They will MEET it and they will BEAT it. So just remember, Jinnie, you're a fuckin' fighter an' there ain't nobody that can take that away from ya; ya got that?"
Anger.
Self-loathing and helplessness.
All of these seemed to flood forth as the words began to flow like a newly broken dam. Yet, it was the sorrow and desperation that resonated the most with her. It was the seemingly bottomless pit of frustrated knowledge knowing that there wasn't anything that could have been done to stave off the end result and the desperation of still thinking that there was something she could have done regardless of just how shitty the situation was. She might not like to have it shoved so blatantly in her face like this, especially at Jin's expense, but right now it was like looking into a mirror. The only difference being that she could help HIM and not herself.
After several silent heartbeats, the Australian gently pulled him closer before delivering a gentle but firm headbutt to the center of his fivehead.
Jessie Lee: "Trust me, my dude, you ain't crazy is the slightest. If anything you'd still be able to talk more sense than most of the nutters on the Revo One Roster. However, ya gotta understand that there are just some things in this world where the strength in our bodies and the love in our hearts just isn't enough to change things that happen. Sometimes there is just some higher thing happening and all we can do is watch. Does it suck? Abso-fucking-lutely it does, but all we do is hold it together the best we can after the fact. I don't think your boy, Teahyun, would want ya to be mentally fucking yourself. 'Scuse me for sayin' this, but if he's anything like me then I'm positive he was the type of dude that'd rather you focus on who he was an' the life he celebrated every day. None of this whatcouldabeen's or survivor guilt, savvy?"
Reaching across with her other hand, Jessie gently tapped the faceplate of the Championship strap that her fellow compatriot in emotional duress held upon his lap.
Jessie Lee: "Now this? It doesn't mean a fucking thing to what you're goin' through right now. It's just the reward ya earned for bein' the fuckin' best at checkin' chins. The only drongo that you'll let down losin' is yourself. I'll still right here and those kids you're always fightin' for will always be cheerin' ya on. In fact, I don't think even Teahyun would either. I'm sure he'd tell ya to stand back up, wipe the blood from your lip, and dust yourself off, 'cause you're a fuckin' fighter, and fighters FIGHT with everything that they are. No matter how big or how seemingly fucked the situation is, a true fuckin' fighter meet that challenge. They will MEET it and they will BEAT it. So just remember, Jinnie, you're a fuckin' fighter an' there ain't nobody that can take that away from ya; ya got that?"
I’m a fuckin’ fighter.
And that means I welcome the challenge, I meet the challenge, I beat the challenge, and I damn well become the biggest challenge. Bein’ a fighter means I swipe the dirt off my shoulder, wipe the blood off my nose and I get the fuck back up for another round.
That’s what I did at Remembrance. The fuckin’ little nobody from the streets of Brooklyn who never stepped in a wrestling school… he won the biggest title in wrestling. Period. Even though XYZ had experience, even though he had technique, even though he had his muscle bound Bane wannabe standin’ outside… man still couldn’t put down a scrawny ass kid. See XYZ he had a lotta shit workin’ in his favour, but I had a few things that really just made New Champ XYZ absolutely impossible.
I had that fightin’ spirit. I had that drive. A heart that wouldn’t quit til it stopped fuckin’ beating and even then… well I’d go down swinging no cap. I think that’s what has set me apart from everyone, ‘cept my homie Jessie. Beat me up, break me down. Sure even a fighter got that breakin’ point, But Revo… you ain’t fuckin’ seen it yet and I promise you… you ain’t about ta see it any time soon either.
But the other reason XYZ just couldn’t buy himself that win is the people watchin’ his back… they on his payroll. They’re loyal only till the checks stop clearin’. But me? Naahhhhhh fam. Lee-Jin ain’t a partnership of convenience… not one of finances… nahh we thick as thieves and tight like family. She had my back 100 at Remembrance. She has my back before that bell sounds for my victories and she got it after.
It’s that true loyalty that is really bout ta spell disaster now that we running Legacy side by side. We really about to be Superman and Batman up in this shit. That powerhouse punch… that surprise knockout kick… it’s the unstoppable team-up that y’all shoulda tried to stop if you were smart enough. As Missy Elliot said … We. Run. This. And we’re about to prove it on OUR show.
The first two poor mother fuckers to get their careers sent to death row by us… the Griffins. See the Griffins boys are about to make their tag debut.. Just like us. But honestly that’s where the similarities end between us. Yeah you’re brothers.. You got that loyalty too, but Krytos has already been looking to step out from his bro’s shadow. So how long does that brotherhood last boys? Til Krytos wins a battle royal and becomes a solo act? Well then I guess a long damn time from now. Like damn man.. you lasted in that match bout as long as .. well I’d say you last as long as I do when I see Khaos wink wink. But nahh I’ve proven at Remembrance… and Khaos will one day be able to confirm… Jin Min-jun can go all night long.
You though? You’re the premature ejaculation of wrestling. Quick, badly timed, disappointing, memorable for all the wrong reasons. Maybe your brother can help you turn that around though…..wait I didn’t mean it like…. Whatever.
But jokes aside.. Jessie made it to final four… you made it four seconds. You’re nothing without your brother carrying you and Lee-jins gonna prove you’re nothing with him too. From what I’ve heard bloods already in the water. Jessie… she’s gonna rip that repaired bicep right off you Eli and she’s gonna feed you to the hungriest mutt in Revo.
Jessie Lee.. Jin Min-jun.. alone we were already the two deadliest fighters in this shit. But together you’ve got two BAMFs with hearts of a champion. We’ve achieved success like no other team in Revo. Two time Horrorcore Champ? Legendary Champion? We done it. Maybe the Cowgirls from Meh-ll gonna be laid out so we add them Tag Titles too. If we want ‘em we’re gonna make it happen.
Eli… Krypto… we make what we want happen because we…. We’re fighters. We don’t quit, we don’t back down. So you best be ready to Mortal Kombat this shit with us. Because if you don’t go for the kill shot I can promise you boys won’t even come close to putting us down for a 3.
But do you have it in you? Are you fighters like Jessie and I? Nahh. You some clowns. Wasting your time learning TikTok dance trends so you can get likes from the four or five fans you got in the crowd. I’mma give you some real advice right now so I’d turn off the dance tracks and listen. Try to out fight us and we will break your face to match your busted bicep. Your only shot.. And it is the slimmest chance I’ve ever seen… is to out wrestle us. Use your tag experience as best as you can.
But I need you to know… even though that’s y’alls only real chance of surviving… the Porter Predictions don’t even need to come in for me to tell you … it still won’t matter. See Porter might not think I can talk that trash, but what he does know now… what he fixed after picking the wrong horse the first time I faced XYZ… is that I’ll knock your fuckin’ head off no matter how good you throw a suplex.
The Brooklyngun is locked and loaded and the Aussie Assault is bout ta be unleashed. After all this anticipation for the team up of the millennium... well boys, the end result is gonna be…
Lee… Jin….Dary.
