Post by Jessie Lee on Nov 29, 2021 22:54:36 GMT -5
TONI TIME TUESDAY IS TERMINATED
"RE-RE-RE-RE-REEEEEEEEVOLUTION ONE!"
"It's been ages since we've been able to exercise this little connection of ours. Not that I'm miffed 'bout it or anythin'; Giving thanks for what you have and appreciating what you have is somethin' that keeps each and every single person grounded. Cause, an' this is gonna sound harsh, the people 'round us can be taken from us the very next moment. There are no promises in this life so, please, be thankful for those that have whether it be those still a part of your life or have since moved on."
".........."
"Boy, that got a little bit omber, didn't it? How 'bout I remedy that by askin' a question. A very important and extremely vital question that could very well dictate the outcomes of this post Thanksgivin' shindig that is Revolution One's Cyber Slam."
"..........."
"Wait for it........."
"............"
"Are y'all fuckin' ready?!"
"Are ya ready for bodies to be bent an' bones broken? How 'bout hellishly gnarly in-ring competition from some of REvolution One's best; the Death Row? For any of the brainless nerds on the roster; that's Jinnie, Dimen, Ceri, an' myself. Not that it'll matter, of course. Once some simply dull idea gets in their heads they all tend to regurgitate the same thing verbatim. It's quite fuckin' sad really. But yeah; Cyber Slam is just 'round the bend an' it turns out that y'all voted for the Micheal Jackson lovin' goofball to be the guest referee for the second bout of Beasley/Lee an' I couldn't be happier! Why? Cause the glitter glove wearin' moonwalker understands that once the fire starts burnin' in that ring it's just better to stand back an' watch burn. There ain't no point in gettin' involved other than to count the three cause if he does ol' Trappyson is gonna his "Hee-Hee" cracked an' my boot up his "Hoo-Hoo"."
"Nobody wants."
"Seriously, not even I wanna do that."
"Even so, y'all know better than to stick your noses in my business when I'm tearin' down the house. Well, with the exception of XtremelyYawnibleZinny I suppose but that miserable piece of delusional shit is gonna find out REAL quick that I'm more than Jinnie's genie; I'm the REVOLUTION in Revolution One."
"Ain't that right, TonTon."
"You felt first hand what it's like to step into the ring with me when ya ain't even a little bit prepared as ya should've been. Noooo, ya thought that your normal trainin' regime an' those arrogantly ignorant tough words was gonna be enough to take the Horrorcore strap from me. When that didn't work ya unsurprisingly attempted to take the easy way out by hittin' me up with a syringe full of sedatives. It was an "A" for effort for sure, but in the end, ya still fuckin' failed just like every other time ya had some sort of challenge presented to ya. I mean, yeah sure ya went on to topple that screwball Jason Ryan and his inability to stick with a personality an' I def think ya should wear that feather in your cap for as long as ya can. However, don't let that fire ya brought to get that strap fuckin' die out cause I can tell ya straight up that if it does then the second verse is gonna be the same as the first an' you'll end up gettin' your jaw cracked starin' up at the lights as I get the big win."
"Again."
"Though, I'm guessin' my words are fallin' on deaf ears. Cause no matter what I say you're just gonna come at me with the same ol' cut an' dry bullshit that ya do with everyone else. You'll sit there in some garage or gym, tell everyone how much I suck and why you're the so-called "Superior" wrestler, then hoist that strap up into the air as if ya hadn't obsessively scoured every promotional video I filmed as the Horrorcore champ. Then again, you've already doused that fire that won ya the International strap if you're STILL doin' that sort of petty shit. If that's the case then I can speak for everyone when I say that's VERY disappointing. People thought that, at least I thought, once Toni TIme started chimin' on time that ya would add some serious fuckin' legitimacy that some of the other International strap holders just didn't seem to have. That maybe, just for a second, that you'd stow away that arrogant attitude an' just straight up work your ass off in order to represent Revo One. "
"Instead?"
"Instead we get more of the same ol' TonTon that could wrestle her way outta a wet paper bag. Which is a FAR cry from the Toni Beasley that been hypin' yourself to be; the REAL International Champion Toni Fuckin' Beasley. Which is a fuckin' shame cause I was hopin' you'd straighten out that hunchback of yours and really bring the fight ya promised to bring back when we squared off in that ambulance match, but it's been made pretty clear that winnin' that strap somehow made ya feel vindicated for all the silly shit ya were spewin' from that squawk box of yours. So much so that ya don't feel like ya really need to prove yourself anymore now that you can cuddle a Revolution One championship at night. Oh, I'm sure that you'll say that ain't the case an' that you try an' hit all the right buzz words in an attempt to fool the Revolutionists into thinkin' that ya didn't do a complete one-eighty an' go right back to that delusional cunt that thinks she great just cause she knows a headlock an' hits the gym from time to time."
"A win or loss define who ya are, right?"
"Well, maybe it fuckin' should. Cause then you'd at least be on the right fuckin' path to doin' this company proud; you'd actually begin to get up on MY level. However, that's the precise challenge you've been runnin' from. You will sit there surrounded by your little buddies an' you'll claim ya want the smoke, but you'll fuckin' buckle when the time comes. That, right there, is EXACTLY why we'll never see eye to eye or compete on the same level. While you hide behind excuses I let every word I speak, every action I take, every day I continue to live define who I am. Did I lose my first match here in Revolution One and let it define after? Fuck yeah! If I hadn't then I wouldn't have evolved to the loud-mouthed cunt y'all seem to love tryin' to put in place. I wouldn't have gotten the fire under my ass lit and I most likely would have ended up like sad schlub like you; waitin' an' hopin' that I'd get a true blue shot to strut my stuff."
"That fist loss made it possible for me to carry Revolution One on MY back."
"You can kick an' scream all ya want; ya can even try your damnedest to discredit me till your blue in the face, but the fact is that is EXACTLY what I've been doin'. Since that moment, since that loss, I have undoubtedly kicked started this company in a way that didn't exist until I got here. Whether it's Revolution One or Trinity Wrestling, Jessie Lee is proven herself to be the baddest bish an' she sure as fuck ain't going to strop provin' why she is. It doesn't matter if it's a clusterfuck of an eight-man elimination first blood or an electrified steel fuckin' cage; Win or lose, I'll get back up an' go harder than I did before."
"I DON'T give up."
"I DON'T stop."
"I DON'T fuckin' relent."
"So, TonTon, you can bet your run of the mill gym rat ass that you're goin' to end up gettin' beat the fuck up once I step foot into that ring in Lambeau. This isn't goin' to be like back then, there won't be any drugs for ya to try an' fall back on. It'll just be you and me; one on one. MY fist and YOUR face. Then, after I leave senseless an' broken in the center of that ring, you're goin' to wake up a Green Bay hospital bed with one hell of a choice to make. Are ya goin' to grow a spine and take the third ass-whoopin' you're gonna get when we cross paths again or are ya just gonna punk out an' show the entire world just WHAT a Beasley REALLY is."
"........."
"Eff-why-eye, it AIN'T a fuckin' champion."
"........"
"Now, I suggest ya scrap together what fragile little game face ya can muster and......."
"Let's."
"Fuckin'."
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
".........."
"See ya REAL fuckin' soon ya silly scumsuckin' sheila."
LONG LIVE TUESDAY NIGHT LEEGACY
"RE-RE-RE-RE-REEEEEEEEVOLUTION ONE!"
"It's been ages since we've been able to exercise this little connection of ours. Not that I'm miffed 'bout it or anythin'; Giving thanks for what you have and appreciating what you have is somethin' that keeps each and every single person grounded. Cause, an' this is gonna sound harsh, the people 'round us can be taken from us the very next moment. There are no promises in this life so, please, be thankful for those that have whether it be those still a part of your life or have since moved on."
".........."
"Boy, that got a little bit omber, didn't it? How 'bout I remedy that by askin' a question. A very important and extremely vital question that could very well dictate the outcomes of this post Thanksgivin' shindig that is Revolution One's Cyber Slam."
"..........."
"Wait for it........."
"............"
"Are y'all fuckin' ready?!"
"Are ya ready for bodies to be bent an' bones broken? How 'bout hellishly gnarly in-ring competition from some of REvolution One's best; the Death Row? For any of the brainless nerds on the roster; that's Jinnie, Dimen, Ceri, an' myself. Not that it'll matter, of course. Once some simply dull idea gets in their heads they all tend to regurgitate the same thing verbatim. It's quite fuckin' sad really. But yeah; Cyber Slam is just 'round the bend an' it turns out that y'all voted for the Micheal Jackson lovin' goofball to be the guest referee for the second bout of Beasley/Lee an' I couldn't be happier! Why? Cause the glitter glove wearin' moonwalker understands that once the fire starts burnin' in that ring it's just better to stand back an' watch burn. There ain't no point in gettin' involved other than to count the three cause if he does ol' Trappyson is gonna his "Hee-Hee" cracked an' my boot up his "Hoo-Hoo"."
"Nobody wants."
"Seriously, not even I wanna do that."
"Even so, y'all know better than to stick your noses in my business when I'm tearin' down the house. Well, with the exception of XtremelyYawnibleZinny I suppose but that miserable piece of delusional shit is gonna find out REAL quick that I'm more than Jinnie's genie; I'm the REVOLUTION in Revolution One."
"Ain't that right, TonTon."
"You felt first hand what it's like to step into the ring with me when ya ain't even a little bit prepared as ya should've been. Noooo, ya thought that your normal trainin' regime an' those arrogantly ignorant tough words was gonna be enough to take the Horrorcore strap from me. When that didn't work ya unsurprisingly attempted to take the easy way out by hittin' me up with a syringe full of sedatives. It was an "A" for effort for sure, but in the end, ya still fuckin' failed just like every other time ya had some sort of challenge presented to ya. I mean, yeah sure ya went on to topple that screwball Jason Ryan and his inability to stick with a personality an' I def think ya should wear that feather in your cap for as long as ya can. However, don't let that fire ya brought to get that strap fuckin' die out cause I can tell ya straight up that if it does then the second verse is gonna be the same as the first an' you'll end up gettin' your jaw cracked starin' up at the lights as I get the big win."
"Again."
"Though, I'm guessin' my words are fallin' on deaf ears. Cause no matter what I say you're just gonna come at me with the same ol' cut an' dry bullshit that ya do with everyone else. You'll sit there in some garage or gym, tell everyone how much I suck and why you're the so-called "Superior" wrestler, then hoist that strap up into the air as if ya hadn't obsessively scoured every promotional video I filmed as the Horrorcore champ. Then again, you've already doused that fire that won ya the International strap if you're STILL doin' that sort of petty shit. If that's the case then I can speak for everyone when I say that's VERY disappointing. People thought that, at least I thought, once Toni TIme started chimin' on time that ya would add some serious fuckin' legitimacy that some of the other International strap holders just didn't seem to have. That maybe, just for a second, that you'd stow away that arrogant attitude an' just straight up work your ass off in order to represent Revo One. "
"Instead?"
"Instead we get more of the same ol' TonTon that could wrestle her way outta a wet paper bag. Which is a FAR cry from the Toni Beasley that been hypin' yourself to be; the REAL International Champion Toni Fuckin' Beasley. Which is a fuckin' shame cause I was hopin' you'd straighten out that hunchback of yours and really bring the fight ya promised to bring back when we squared off in that ambulance match, but it's been made pretty clear that winnin' that strap somehow made ya feel vindicated for all the silly shit ya were spewin' from that squawk box of yours. So much so that ya don't feel like ya really need to prove yourself anymore now that you can cuddle a Revolution One championship at night. Oh, I'm sure that you'll say that ain't the case an' that you try an' hit all the right buzz words in an attempt to fool the Revolutionists into thinkin' that ya didn't do a complete one-eighty an' go right back to that delusional cunt that thinks she great just cause she knows a headlock an' hits the gym from time to time."
"A win or loss define who ya are, right?"
"Well, maybe it fuckin' should. Cause then you'd at least be on the right fuckin' path to doin' this company proud; you'd actually begin to get up on MY level. However, that's the precise challenge you've been runnin' from. You will sit there surrounded by your little buddies an' you'll claim ya want the smoke, but you'll fuckin' buckle when the time comes. That, right there, is EXACTLY why we'll never see eye to eye or compete on the same level. While you hide behind excuses I let every word I speak, every action I take, every day I continue to live define who I am. Did I lose my first match here in Revolution One and let it define after? Fuck yeah! If I hadn't then I wouldn't have evolved to the loud-mouthed cunt y'all seem to love tryin' to put in place. I wouldn't have gotten the fire under my ass lit and I most likely would have ended up like sad schlub like you; waitin' an' hopin' that I'd get a true blue shot to strut my stuff."
"That fist loss made it possible for me to carry Revolution One on MY back."
"You can kick an' scream all ya want; ya can even try your damnedest to discredit me till your blue in the face, but the fact is that is EXACTLY what I've been doin'. Since that moment, since that loss, I have undoubtedly kicked started this company in a way that didn't exist until I got here. Whether it's Revolution One or Trinity Wrestling, Jessie Lee is proven herself to be the baddest bish an' she sure as fuck ain't going to strop provin' why she is. It doesn't matter if it's a clusterfuck of an eight-man elimination first blood or an electrified steel fuckin' cage; Win or lose, I'll get back up an' go harder than I did before."
"I DON'T give up."
"I DON'T stop."
"I DON'T fuckin' relent."
"So, TonTon, you can bet your run of the mill gym rat ass that you're goin' to end up gettin' beat the fuck up once I step foot into that ring in Lambeau. This isn't goin' to be like back then, there won't be any drugs for ya to try an' fall back on. It'll just be you and me; one on one. MY fist and YOUR face. Then, after I leave senseless an' broken in the center of that ring, you're goin' to wake up a Green Bay hospital bed with one hell of a choice to make. Are ya goin' to grow a spine and take the third ass-whoopin' you're gonna get when we cross paths again or are ya just gonna punk out an' show the entire world just WHAT a Beasley REALLY is."
"........."
"Eff-why-eye, it AIN'T a fuckin' champion."
"........"
"Now, I suggest ya scrap together what fragile little game face ya can muster and......."
"Let's."
"Fuckin'."
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
".........."
"See ya REAL fuckin' soon ya silly scumsuckin' sheila."
LONG LIVE TUESDAY NIGHT LEEGACY
