Post by Jessie Lee on Dec 6, 2021 20:52:15 GMT -5
"Reeeeeev-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH-lution ONE!!"
"How are you right bloody stellar people feelin' as we ride this post-Cyber Slam high, hm? If I were a bettin' lass I'd say that you're all feelin' pretty good. After all, y'all got to witness some pretty badass bouts includin' the one where I proved that this Risin' Star Championship I got is definitely top tier over the International strap. Plus, champion strap braggin' rights aside, I got to wallop ol' Tiny Toni; remindin' her that just because ya hold a championship strap doesn't mean you're a fuckin' champion."
"So yeah, good fuckin' times I'd say."
"Though, I'm sad to say that the fun times didn't last. Nope. Petty Pettis and Magglesaurs Cux had to go an' ruin a perfectly good moment between my bois Jinnie Minnie-Jun and Katastrophic Khaos by runnin' in for a wee bit of a post-match thumpin'. Which is a perfectly fine an' natural thing to do in this business; unless you're always preachin' 'bout how unfair things are an' how you'd never stoop to the supposed levels of Death Row.......until ya do an' make yourselves like complete tools. Puttin' that painfully obvious hypocrisy aside, two more bloomin' nutters thought they'd through their weight 'round once I went to save my bois."
"Xtensively Yuky Zobody an' that sheila with a double feature face, Amber Payne."
"Now, I don't need to tell that those two bleedin' drongos don't know just what the hell they're doin' by messin' with me or my crew. See, the dynamic nobodies like to think they're real tough by comin' at me an' then treatin' me like a fool when they're the ones desperate for my attention. However, as much as I wanna continue this little tirade 'bout how the two dumb-dumbs done messed with the wrong sheila I gotta take a step back and focus on the important thing; the thing that stands head an' shoulders above the complete mess those two fools stepped in."
"Amber Payne."
"The Huntress."
"The Queen of Strong Style."
"Ya done fuckin' goofed."
"Cause guess what, darlin'? Ya ran out to make a statement at my expense but ya forgot the single most important thing to do when you're attemptin' to move on up to a level you've never actually been; ya didn't finish the fuckin' job. Ya didn't tear my arm outta its socket nor did even try breakin' my freakin' neck when ya got me in that fancy-schmancy Soul Eater hold of yours. Hell, girl, I was able to walk out on my own power after ya jumped me from behind like the desperate cunt ya are."
"Do it again."
"Meet me in the center of this little Cage of Death of yours an' bring the desperate fire of yours. Bring that holier than thou attitude to the Canada Life Centre in Winnipeg; bring it an' find out real fuckin' quick that your preconceived notions don't mean shit when I'm runnin' that horse face across the walls of the cage as if it some kinda ol' generic brand cheese needin' to be disposed of before it gets trashed. Bring that delusion of this so-called "Huntress" aspect of yours is anythin' but an excuse to be leaned on like a crutch once I beat ya down an' leave ya a bloody fuckin' mess in the middle of that Cage of Death. In fact, I want ya to bring that overrated hubris ya have of bein' this supposed "Queen of Strong Style" so I can break its fuckin' jaw before leavin' it out cold for the one......two.......three!"
"Cause, Ambi-Bambi, this ain't no regular sheila you'll be fuckin' with Tuesday Night; this ain't a woman that's content with being a part of the subpar slub you've been dealin' with for the last however long you've been at this game. Nope. See, I'm a woman that strivin' to be the very fuckin' best that this battleground of Revolution has ever fuckin' seen. I'm the woman that's been puttin' this company on her back an' carryin' it through times both good an' fuckin' terrible. I'm the one that piqued your interest enough for ya to climb out from whatever rock you were livin' under outta fear that'd somebody would ya the ass-kickin' ya so richly deserve."
"I'm the bish that's walkin' outta that cage STILL the Revolution One Risin' Star Champion."
"See, the moment ya let that feel-good vibe of winnin' that little beat-the-clock challenge is the moment ya done fuckin' gooded. You, in your infinite brilliance, decided that locking yourself inside a cage with a woman that trained to be a damn cage fighter was a grand fuckin' idea. Plus, to make things that much worse, ya went an' locked yourself up with the woman that brought the ol' Revo One Horrorcore Strap to the forefront of the company over the likes of the World Championship straps. I mean, I get what you're tryin' to go for by keepin' the rest of Death Row outta of the match but boy oh boy you really just made things far worse for yourself. Cause THIS is the sort of blood-lettin' environment that the Horrorcore Hottie fuckin' thrives in!"
"Crazy clusterfuck first blood matches!"
"Ambulance matches!"
"Street fights!"
"Hell, even glass fuckin' table matches!"
"Once that bell rings, Ambi-Lambi, there ain't shit that your woefully misplaced self-confidence is gonna do. Ya won straps in other places that nobody has ever heard of and ya know what it feels like to be a champion? Coolio. Now sit the fuck down before I'm forced to bust up more than your glass jaw an' ego. Ya know what? FUCK THAT! I'm gonna shatter your fuckin' jaw and make DAMN sure that your fragile fuckin' come crashin' down in the main event of Tuesday Night LEEgacy, BISH!"
"Cause the Aussie Assault doesn't stop!"
"The Horrorcore Hottie doesn't cuckin' relent!"
'Most of all, Jessie Lee ain't no rollover an' die bish. She's the deadliest of the Death Row inmates and you can bet your collective butts that she's leavin' still the shinin' example of what it takes to be the Revolution One Rising Star Champion!"
"Now."
"Let's."
"Fuckin'."
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"HaHa! You're such a dead bish!"
Sitting alone in the weight room of the hotel in which she was staying, Jessie couldn't help but feel a sense of overhanging trepidation. No, it didn't have anything to do with the glorified four-man ambush that had taken place at the expense of herself and her stablemates. If anything, she felt a prevailing sense of pride that they were succeeding in their efforts to get the rosters of both SIN and Legacy to step up their collective games in order to tackle the challenge of the force of nature that Death Row was becoming. All those battles against Lockheart made her little Australian fighter heart sing and the upcoming match against Amber Payne wasn't any different.
Although, she STILL didn't understand what a so-called "Cage of Death" was.
Was it a cage filled with dead things?
A cage of weopans?
A deathmatch in a cage?
There were simply too many possibilities and not enough answers for the young Aussie to properly formulate a game plan. If she ever made a game plan, that is. Ever since she stepped foot in Revo One she had been flying by the seat of her pants in basically every encounter that she was put through and, for the most part, she had managed to become pretty damn successful at it. Random multi man match? Not a problem. Overwhelming odds? Bring it. Having an adorable stuffed animal modeled in your likeness and that was just as badass? Oh hell yeah!
No.
Revolution One wasn't the thing that made her feel this way.
No, it was something else. Something that she was refusing to acknowledge or, at the very least, give into the idea of. Something so completely world-shattering that she instinctively knew that there was nothing good that would ever come from it. It was going to be nothing but pain, agony, and an undoubtedly living hell that she neither wanted to go through nor want to have the rest of her family go through. The kids. The Gym. Everything was riding upon whether or not she could make enough money to keep things running and whether they could enough for the surgery tha-
"Enough of that kind of thinkin' ya silly fuckin' cunt!"
With a sound that echoed throughout the empty room, Jessie gave her face a good slap with both hands in order to bring herself back to the present; keeping her from drowning in the overwhelming shit storm that was her reality. With a splash of water from her bottle and a quick shake of her head, the pugilist powerhouse made sure that her air pods were snug before escaping back into the simplistic world that was her training regime.
There was a match to prepare for.
A prized championship to defend.
A bish that needed dropping.
"How are you right bloody stellar people feelin' as we ride this post-Cyber Slam high, hm? If I were a bettin' lass I'd say that you're all feelin' pretty good. After all, y'all got to witness some pretty badass bouts includin' the one where I proved that this Risin' Star Championship I got is definitely top tier over the International strap. Plus, champion strap braggin' rights aside, I got to wallop ol' Tiny Toni; remindin' her that just because ya hold a championship strap doesn't mean you're a fuckin' champion."
"So yeah, good fuckin' times I'd say."
"Though, I'm sad to say that the fun times didn't last. Nope. Petty Pettis and Magglesaurs Cux had to go an' ruin a perfectly good moment between my bois Jinnie Minnie-Jun and Katastrophic Khaos by runnin' in for a wee bit of a post-match thumpin'. Which is a perfectly fine an' natural thing to do in this business; unless you're always preachin' 'bout how unfair things are an' how you'd never stoop to the supposed levels of Death Row.......until ya do an' make yourselves like complete tools. Puttin' that painfully obvious hypocrisy aside, two more bloomin' nutters thought they'd through their weight 'round once I went to save my bois."
"Xtensively Yuky Zobody an' that sheila with a double feature face, Amber Payne."
"Now, I don't need to tell that those two bleedin' drongos don't know just what the hell they're doin' by messin' with me or my crew. See, the dynamic nobodies like to think they're real tough by comin' at me an' then treatin' me like a fool when they're the ones desperate for my attention. However, as much as I wanna continue this little tirade 'bout how the two dumb-dumbs done messed with the wrong sheila I gotta take a step back and focus on the important thing; the thing that stands head an' shoulders above the complete mess those two fools stepped in."
"Amber Payne."
"The Huntress."
"The Queen of Strong Style."
"Ya done fuckin' goofed."
"Cause guess what, darlin'? Ya ran out to make a statement at my expense but ya forgot the single most important thing to do when you're attemptin' to move on up to a level you've never actually been; ya didn't finish the fuckin' job. Ya didn't tear my arm outta its socket nor did even try breakin' my freakin' neck when ya got me in that fancy-schmancy Soul Eater hold of yours. Hell, girl, I was able to walk out on my own power after ya jumped me from behind like the desperate cunt ya are."
"Do it again."
"Meet me in the center of this little Cage of Death of yours an' bring the desperate fire of yours. Bring that holier than thou attitude to the Canada Life Centre in Winnipeg; bring it an' find out real fuckin' quick that your preconceived notions don't mean shit when I'm runnin' that horse face across the walls of the cage as if it some kinda ol' generic brand cheese needin' to be disposed of before it gets trashed. Bring that delusion of this so-called "Huntress" aspect of yours is anythin' but an excuse to be leaned on like a crutch once I beat ya down an' leave ya a bloody fuckin' mess in the middle of that Cage of Death. In fact, I want ya to bring that overrated hubris ya have of bein' this supposed "Queen of Strong Style" so I can break its fuckin' jaw before leavin' it out cold for the one......two.......three!"
"Cause, Ambi-Bambi, this ain't no regular sheila you'll be fuckin' with Tuesday Night; this ain't a woman that's content with being a part of the subpar slub you've been dealin' with for the last however long you've been at this game. Nope. See, I'm a woman that strivin' to be the very fuckin' best that this battleground of Revolution has ever fuckin' seen. I'm the woman that's been puttin' this company on her back an' carryin' it through times both good an' fuckin' terrible. I'm the one that piqued your interest enough for ya to climb out from whatever rock you were livin' under outta fear that'd somebody would ya the ass-kickin' ya so richly deserve."
"I'm the bish that's walkin' outta that cage STILL the Revolution One Risin' Star Champion."
"See, the moment ya let that feel-good vibe of winnin' that little beat-the-clock challenge is the moment ya done fuckin' gooded. You, in your infinite brilliance, decided that locking yourself inside a cage with a woman that trained to be a damn cage fighter was a grand fuckin' idea. Plus, to make things that much worse, ya went an' locked yourself up with the woman that brought the ol' Revo One Horrorcore Strap to the forefront of the company over the likes of the World Championship straps. I mean, I get what you're tryin' to go for by keepin' the rest of Death Row outta of the match but boy oh boy you really just made things far worse for yourself. Cause THIS is the sort of blood-lettin' environment that the Horrorcore Hottie fuckin' thrives in!"
"Crazy clusterfuck first blood matches!"
"Ambulance matches!"
"Street fights!"
"Hell, even glass fuckin' table matches!"
"Once that bell rings, Ambi-Lambi, there ain't shit that your woefully misplaced self-confidence is gonna do. Ya won straps in other places that nobody has ever heard of and ya know what it feels like to be a champion? Coolio. Now sit the fuck down before I'm forced to bust up more than your glass jaw an' ego. Ya know what? FUCK THAT! I'm gonna shatter your fuckin' jaw and make DAMN sure that your fragile fuckin' come crashin' down in the main event of Tuesday Night LEEgacy, BISH!"
"Cause the Aussie Assault doesn't stop!"
"The Horrorcore Hottie doesn't cuckin' relent!"
'Most of all, Jessie Lee ain't no rollover an' die bish. She's the deadliest of the Death Row inmates and you can bet your collective butts that she's leavin' still the shinin' example of what it takes to be the Revolution One Rising Star Champion!"
"Now."
"Let's."
"Fuckin'."
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"HaHa! You're such a dead bish!"
Sitting alone in the weight room of the hotel in which she was staying, Jessie couldn't help but feel a sense of overhanging trepidation. No, it didn't have anything to do with the glorified four-man ambush that had taken place at the expense of herself and her stablemates. If anything, she felt a prevailing sense of pride that they were succeeding in their efforts to get the rosters of both SIN and Legacy to step up their collective games in order to tackle the challenge of the force of nature that Death Row was becoming. All those battles against Lockheart made her little Australian fighter heart sing and the upcoming match against Amber Payne wasn't any different.
Although, she STILL didn't understand what a so-called "Cage of Death" was.
Was it a cage filled with dead things?
A cage of weopans?
A deathmatch in a cage?
There were simply too many possibilities and not enough answers for the young Aussie to properly formulate a game plan. If she ever made a game plan, that is. Ever since she stepped foot in Revo One she had been flying by the seat of her pants in basically every encounter that she was put through and, for the most part, she had managed to become pretty damn successful at it. Random multi man match? Not a problem. Overwhelming odds? Bring it. Having an adorable stuffed animal modeled in your likeness and that was just as badass? Oh hell yeah!
No.
Revolution One wasn't the thing that made her feel this way.
No, it was something else. Something that she was refusing to acknowledge or, at the very least, give into the idea of. Something so completely world-shattering that she instinctively knew that there was nothing good that would ever come from it. It was going to be nothing but pain, agony, and an undoubtedly living hell that she neither wanted to go through nor want to have the rest of her family go through. The kids. The Gym. Everything was riding upon whether or not she could make enough money to keep things running and whether they could enough for the surgery tha-
"Enough of that kind of thinkin' ya silly fuckin' cunt!"
With a sound that echoed throughout the empty room, Jessie gave her face a good slap with both hands in order to bring herself back to the present; keeping her from drowning in the overwhelming shit storm that was her reality. With a splash of water from her bottle and a quick shake of her head, the pugilist powerhouse made sure that her air pods were snug before escaping back into the simplistic world that was her training regime.
There was a match to prepare for.
A prized championship to defend.
A bish that needed dropping.
