Post by Jessie Lee on Oct 25, 2021 19:57:01 GMT -5
"Reeeeeeeeeeeeee-Voooooooo-Luuuuuuuuu-tion One!"
"Are y'all fuckin' losin' your minds yet? Well, ya should be as the very CAPITAL of the United States is playin' host to one of the greatest dream matches that any Revolutionist ever possibly conceived! Live, from the Capital One Arena, it's gonna be a throwdown between the undeniably LEE-JIN-dary duo that is the unstoppable Lee-Jin and the positively looney lummoxes of the Psych.......Psych......Psychonibblets! Jibblets? Nobblets? I don't even know, but it's gonna be a damn fine time that ain't nobody in the wrestling industry today is gonna wanna miss!"
"It isn't gonna be some one-sided like ya might see from some OTHER companies.".
"Honest!"
"..........."
"Alright, I'll admit that's a pretty bald-faced lie an' I'm sorry 'bout tryin' to fool y'all. Can ya blame me though? I mean, this IS Jinnie and myself we're talkin' 'bout here. We're the two bad motherbishes that are holdin' Revolution One up. Hell, we're the deadly duo that's makin' this competitive hotspot BIGGER and BETTER than it was before we stepped foot through that curtain. The jealous as fuck drongos in the back can preach, and squawk, and scream all they want 'bout how we're nothin' more than a pair of inept dumbfucks till they're blue in the face. Yet, the fact remains that those very same people are more than happy takin' a ride on our coattails as we head straight to the top!"
"I mean, fuck, people are even startin' to steal the way we talk in hopes of gettin' some sort of edge."
"Seems like a bunch of little ankle bittin' buggers to me, but whatever makes them feel like winners."
"Nonetheless; there is a point to all this ramblin' I'm doin' and it's really quite simple. Ya see, whether people wanna admit it or not the undeniable fact is that Lee-Jin has already left our mark on Revolution One and we ain't 'bout to stop. Which is a pretty stark contrast to a guy like Damien Carter that can have some two hundred and odd day run as world champion..........and still never left a lastin' impression. Well, except for him gettin' his ass beat or otherwise eatin' some serious pile of doggy shit just before a defense; it's kind to become a habit of his really. Anyway, point is that the poor bloke has never really been able to live up to that ideal ideology of what a World Champion is. Though not for a lack of tryin'. He DID basically manufacture and manipulate those dead rotters of the Left Hand into havin' some pretend hate orgy for him."
"Which pretty much ran outta steam the moment his good ol' Psychonutty Cerise stepped in quote-unquote join the Left Hand and yadda yadda she lost and pretty much shot her reputation dead and useless let's move on."
"Hold on a sec.......THAT'S the other person on Team KhLOSS!"
"How could I forget such a woman that's literally proven to nothing more than the stereotypical cannon fodder that the insiders in the business call a jobber? Like, fuck, wasn't she at one point a contender for Khaos' strap? Oh that's right, it was nothin' more than an overdramatic gag and he never once considered her to be a viable threat; just another fuckin' stooge in a vain plot to get some clout. That's pretty fuckin' pathetic ain't it? Like, that's worse than both Jalen Prince and Arcana bitchin' out of a Horrorcore title shot at the same fuckin' time. Though I was the Champion at the time an' I can't really fault them for tuckin' tail an' runnin' instead of gettin' their egos broken by the Horrorcore Hottie herself."
"So maybe not the greatest comparison to just how absurdly sad to watch the two of them are......."
"Wh, whatever."
"However, I'm sure the two of ya are startin' to understand the point I'm makin'. That, despite the big words and false bravado on the last episode of SIN, your so-called premier team hasn't done a fuckin' thing. The two of you can whine 'bout the Cowgirls duckin' ya all ya want, but the fact is nobody cares. Nobody has EVER cared about what either you have ever had to say. Why? Simply put, there's never been any merit to whatever blubbering generically broodin' toad slime ya had to say. Yeah sure, ONE of you has been doin' somethin' but that hasn't really amounted to much. People are still thinkin' that Khaos' is some cheap shlub that'll be taken out by a stiff breeze if they wish it hard enough."
"Again, pretty damn sad."
"So how do ya guys plan of rectifyin' that, hm? Are ya goin' to beat the livin' hell outta Jin and me in a losin' effort to mend your bruised egos? I'm sure that ol' sheila Sara Pettis might take offense to that. Especially after ya embarrassed her an' her proud status of bein' a second-place lunky in the Remembrance shindig. Then again, maybe she won't cause that isn't gonna happen. Not when the two of ya have a history of half-assin' everything ya do."
"I mean, oh noes...Damien Carter is a dark an' broodin' badass that's never had a real in-ring test after Jessie Lee whooped his ass in the middle of his clout chasin' an' Cerise is bein'...........well all empty and cerise-like. Somebody save me. Oh, noes!"
"See? Kinda like that."
"now, I'm fully aware that I'm repeatin' myself here an' that there are a fair amount of people that have tuned out. However, there really isn't much else for me to say. The two of you have done tremendous amounts of nothing an', for reasons beyond me, ya seem to think that makes ya guys the top fuckin' team over Lee-Jin......or even guys like the Griffins. Which is pretty nutty since neither of you has really put in the work to EARN that spot. Neither of you has done a whole lot to raise this company up. In fact, neither of you have ever managed to draw any REAL attention until I called you two yellow-bellied cunts out."
"Oh lookie, now you're ridin' MY coattails!"
"Not really all that surprisin' though. Khaos has been doin' so for over a year now. So meh."
"......"
"Sick of me yammerin' on yet? Yes? Good! Now how I make everyone a deal they can't resist. This week, on Tuesday Night Lee-Jin, you actually come out to the ring with the intention of burnin' down the arena? You guys manage to muster enough courage to do that an' I'll make sure that ya both feel the FULL force of the Lee-Jin. We'll fight and fight and fight until none of us has the energy to get back up to fight some more. We'll bring down the Capital One arena an' we'll give the fanbase of Revolution One the fuckin' fight they really fuckin' deserve. Nothin' cheap. No gimmicks. Nobody, like Maggledoom or Pettlcrook, interferin'. Just the four of us and the sheer brutality that only WE can bring."
"Which doesn't really matter as that is EXACTLY the intensity that we're bringin' to Tuesday Night."
"So get ready to fuckin' lose the fight ya THOUGHT ya wanted."
"Now."
"Let's......"
"Fuckin'......."
"Go."
It was maddening.
Here she was, running her mouth as well as she ever had and yet she felt like complete and total shit. She wasn't sick nor had she caught a cold due to the changing seasons, she was sure of that. However, she couldn't help but shake the sickly feeling that had been building deep within the pit of her stomach. Maybe her entire thing about being a mean ol' wretch in order to bring out the best in her opponents hadn't been the best idea and this was karma's way of making her realize that.
Naaaaah, that wasn't it either.
Unable to discern the reason for the way she felt, Jessie forced herself up from the edge of the bed that she had been sitting on in her hotel room. Tuesday Night Legacy was just a few short days away and here she was worried about a feeling she didn't understand. Yeah, that was a real fucking good look for a woman that audaciously called herself the "Aussie Assault". Nonetheless; despite it being so early in the morning (pre 6 am to be exact) she felt as if she hadn't gotten any sleep. Which was something that had become quite the norm since Jin Min-jun and herself had become a team. Fans everywhere seemed to flock to whichever event they were at and wouldn't leave until they were literally forced to.
Plus, the partying didn't help things.
Either way, nothing was going to be solved if she continued to linger within the confines of her mind. She needed a distraction and the one thing Jessie found she could always depend on when it came to clearing her head was a good old workout. Besides competing in the ring, finding a gym and simply working out had always been something that she enjoyed; and right now she needed something like that. Therefore, with every intention of waking her partner so that she could force him to join her, Jessie plucked her phone from the charger and swiped a finger across the screen in order to make that call.
However, she froze the moment the screen lit up.
Sitting there, on the little screen in her hand, was an image of her oldest brother and the rest of the children that came to the gym her family ran back home. Normally she'd have been so proud of this picture as it meant so much to her, as it was the one they had sent her after she had beaten Amelia for the Horrorcore Championship. But now? Now it was just a soul-shattering reminder of something that she desperately wanted to believe wasn't real.
It wasn't!
She wouldn't allow it to be!
"Bloody fuckin' hell."
Speaking aloud to only but herself, the normally obnoxiously oud Australian pressed the button to instantly darken the screen. Then, with more of a somber step in her gait than usual, Revolution One's Rising Star Champion fetched her workout things from her bag and went to change.
