Rising Star Rumble II

Fading in from a blank screen the scene presented before the viewer was that of the Rising Star Champion sitting alone in a locker room, hunched over and wrapping athletic tape around her wrists and hands. Clad in a pair of black leggings, an old Bullet for My Valintine tank top, and a pair of gray sneakers it was more than apparent that the young Australian was preparing for a workout. Even so, her silent demeanor and seeming unwillingness to look into the camera was a far cry from the loud and rowdy that was generally seen on display.

"I really thought I could do it, ya know?"

"I thought I could walk of Chrissie Chaos as the Multiuniversal Champion. I thought I could be that top-shelf sheila and REALLY represent Revolution One by squarin' off with some of the best the wrestlin' world had to offer an' emergin' victorious."

"I thought I could....but, in the end, I couldn't."

".........."

"Talk about an ego bruiser."

".........."

"However, I don't want any silly little ankle-biters out there thinkin' that I was knocked off my game just cause of that; I don't want them falsely thinkin' they smell blood an' there's an easy kill waitin' for 'em. Cause if anyone knows anythin' 'bout the Hoororcore Hottie it's that this bish doesn't topple when she stumbles; she doesn't break when beaten. She pulls herself from the mud, blood, an' the dirt an' she meets the next challenge with fuckin' fire in her belly an' venom in her fangs."

"She DOESN'T slow down."

"She DOESN'T relent."

"She DOESN'T quit."

"Not like the two fuck knuckles chasin' the Risin' Star strap."

Raising her head, Jessie directly addressed those sitting behind their screens; evidently done with the wrapping.

"So how 'bout it fellas?"

"Are ya going to continue bein' a pair of mediocre fucks or are ya gonna step up for a change an' do somethin' impossible by topplin' THE pillar of Revolution One?"

".........."

"Is the question I'd like to ask, but we ALL already knew full well that neither could ever hold a candle to me. I mean, I ain't tryin' to brag an' big a conceited cunt but the fact of the matter is that neither of ya has done anythin' warrentin' the complete ass-kickin' I'm goin' to hand ya. I mean, sure, Coldy is the only one of ya to ACTUALLY earn a shot after comin' out with that big win prior to Chrissie Chaos but beatin' a bloke whose entire identity was "The slightly Better Brandon" doesn't amount to much. Hell, I can't even remember if that was actually the guy's name or not cause it means less than jackshit. Which is more than I can say 'bout Jalen. I'm still tryin' to figure out how he got a spot on Revolution One's biggest show without doin' a fuckin' thing."

"Like, seriously."

"Jalen, bein' someone in this business means that ya gotta do more than just be a body. Ya gotta work EVERY day and EVERY night to hone an' polish whatever fightin' style ya use. You NEED to hustle an' grind if you're lookin' to survive an' ya need to do even more than that if your aimin' for more than that. Except you don't do anythin' like that, do ya? All you've ever done is barely show up to the building on time an' get the livin' shit pummeled outta ya. There's NO hustle nor grind. There isn't any workin' your ass off to be the BEST. You don't do shit an' yet here ya are, sittin' pretty an' waitin' for me to once again put your delusional ass back down to the bottom where ya belong."

"Then again, that's what you've always been an' ever will be."

"A piece of piss pity fuck that nobody remembers."

"Speakin' of things most people don't remember, there's good ol' Coldy an' .......well, there isn't much other than that. Beyond earnin' the right to challenge for my Risin' Star strap an' postin' that silly tweet 'bout titans fallin' as the mercury rises, ya haven't been much better than Jales. Oh sure, you've shown that you're not on the same levels of perpetual failure but bein' the best of the worst isn't good; it's pretty fuckin' terrible. I'd say that ya could put up more of a fight than Jales, but that'd be a bold fuckin' lie. After all, ya already bailed with your tail between your legs once an' we all know that I'mma beat ya so bad you'll do it again. Deadass."

Taking a moment to double-check the tightness of the wrappings, Jessie looked away for a second before fixating her gaze once again; a smug smile on her face.

"Do ya get it yet, ya pair od salty scumsuckers?"

"Step to me in that ring an' I'll crack your jaw faster than you fuckin' blink. You know this - you BOTH know this - an' ya both and somehow ya both think you'll be the one to dethrone the ORIGINAl and the ONLY Risin' Star Champion? Ya think that your flimsy attempts at fightin' are any better than your shit talkin'? Ya think either of ya can take down the baddest bish in Revo One?"

"Then fuckin' DO IT."

"Come an' get me."

"Show the entire wrestlin' world you're more sad sacks of shit to be passed by; show them BEFORE I completely fuckin' BREAK you. Cause THAT's exactly what I'm aimin' to do in that ring. I'm gonna break you both until you can't take the pain; I'll bleed you dry until you're nothin' but a leathery husk. Cause there isn't ANY fuckin' way that I'm startin' twenty twenty-two in Revo the way I ended twenty-one."

"I'm goin' to WIN."

"I'm goin' to RETAIN."

I'm goin' to STILL be the ONE carryin' the company."

"Now."

"Let's."

"Fuckin'."

"Go."

With the camera's focus solely resting on the battle-ready champion's face, the camera faded to black.








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