Post by Jessie Lee on Jan 24, 2022 20:54:13 GMT -5
"Hoooooooo boy, Revo One, where do I even begin?"
"Do I sit here an' talk 'bout the sheer fuckin' stupidity of namin' two shoddy fuckin' pieces of dog shit as the number five an' four of Revolution One's quote-unquote "Wrestlers of the Year" when neither of them did shit worth consideration? I mean fuck, that Pettis cunt isn't even here for two fuckin' months an' she gets force-fed a world fuckin' title match and is declared the third greatest asshole since whoever decided that slicin' bread was a grand fuckin' idea! Like, what sort of brain-dead brown nosin' scumsucker that actually thinks winnin' a so-called world strap erases the lifetime of fuckin' bare-faced mediocrity the proceeded the one lucky fluke fuckin' win; like holy fuckin' shit."
"Oh wait, it's probably the same pile of shit that keeps handin' Jalen Prince these high profile fuckin' matches that he hasn't any fuckin' business bein' a part of in the first fuckin' place!"
"Hey, Kylie! Get your fuckin' shit together before SIN ends up like your dead an' gone like your fuckin' wrestling career, yeah?"
"........."
"That's not fair and I know that my ragin' isn't goin' to change a God damn thing, but it's just so fuckin' frustrating when you CLEARLY carry this place on your back for nearly an entire fuckin' year an' ya don't even get a God damn motherfuckin' "Thank You" for everythin' that ya did. Instead, ya get the fuckin' silent treatment an' the classic unspoken "Fuck you and everything ya did" horseshit. It's really quite infuriatin'. However, all this pissin' an' moanin' ain't gonna get the job done this Tuesday Night so I guess it'd be best if I start actin' like a proper fuckin' cunt by channelin' this pent-up anger into somethin' more helpful an' bloody fuckin' healthy."
"So buckle the fuck up and let's fuckin' go."
"JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY-SUN R-WHAAAAAA-AN! Tell me, just how does it feel to be such a perpetually pathetic fuckin' cunt hair ALL the fuckin' time? I mean, when was the last time that you ACTUALLY contributed anythin' to Revo One that didn't involve you cryin' like a God damn puss that lost his favorite bitch ass plastic doll. I mean, fuck, ninety percent of one of your videos are basically " WHA! WHA! WHA! GIMME ME TITLE SHOT! I WANT! I WANT! I'M A USELESS FUCKIN' BABY THAT CAN'T EVEN A FUCKIN' THING IN THIS BUSINESS! WHA! WHA! WHA!" an' it's worn REAL fuckin' thin with .....well....everyone with at LEAST one fuckin' brain cell. Not only that, but you're so bloody fuckin' busy changin' gimmicks every few months that even if ya were to say somethin' important it doesn't fuckin' stick because there's no God damn consistency other than you constantly whinin' like a blubberin' fuckin' puss!"
"Hol' up a sec. Weren't ya fuckin' suspended indefinitely, ya know, WITHOUT pay?"
"Wasn't there supposed to be an investigation into what happened to the Diamonds; an investigation where you were named a prime fuckin' suspect?"
"So just how the LITERAL fuck did you get a shot at Chel an' her International Championship?"
"How does any of that make fuckin' sense? Oh wait, it doesn't; but ya know what does? The severe and extremely prejudiced way Imma rip your God damn head from your scrawny ass fuckin' neck! I'mma beat you so fuckin' bad that you can completely forget 'bout ever bein' International Champion again from the full-body cast you'll be spendin' the rest of your miserable rat ass life in after SIN. Oh, you can say that your this an' your that, but at the end of the day everyone fuckin' knows that me beatin' your f-rated movie makin' failure ass is as inevitable as the sun settin''"
"Death, taxes, an' LEEthatlity; these things are bloody fuckin' inevitable ya damn dumb fuckin' drongo!"
"Hey Jess!"
"'Ello!"
"Afternoon!"
"How good is it?"
"Little early to be in the building isn't it?"
"Nah, mate. Earlier the better!"
One by one, the young Australian Champion greeted the hard-working people that made Revolution One possible, the little plastic wheels of her bag rolling across the concrete floor as she made her way through the maze of corridors and halls of the Wells Fargo Center. She was, in fact, quite early; far earlier than more of her peers; but it wasn't something that was completely out of the norm. She had been raised to get things done that needed doing regardless of how tired she was or how late she had stayed up the previous night; she had one hell of a work ethic. So how did that correlate to her getting to the building early? Simple. The earlier she showed up the sooner she could help the rest of the vendors and crew finish; the sooner they finished the sooner she could sit back and slide into that particular zone she needed to be in when she went to fucking war.
Jason Ryan was going to end.
Amber Payne was going to end.
Call it ego; call it whatever you wanted, but the fact of the matter was that there was a very blatant level of disrespect from management when it came to the Rising Star Championship and just how little they seemed to care about the work she had been putting in to represent Revolution One. One of the most popular wrestlers; hands down. The only champion that hadn't been defeated since winning the strap; four fucking months of dominance. So yeah; it was more than safe to say that the young woman had more than just a chip on her shoulder and anger in her heart over the disrespect that was shown. However, nobody would ever know it as she was still the same loud and smiley Aussie that the crew and fans had come to love.
Tonight she was going to make a statement; one way or another.
"Right, so other than bitch ass Ryan, who was the other fuckin' dag in this match?"
"Amber Pane?"
"........"
"Who the fuck is Amber Payne?"
"......."
"I'm just fuckin' wit' ya, Ambibambi, I know who the fuck ya are an' how the last time we crossed ways I beat the livin' shit outta you in your OWN fuckin' so-called Cage of Death. Fuck yeah, it was a REAL grand fuckin' time beatin' you an' your unbelievably moronic sister as the two of you so fuckin' desperately tried to fuck me outta my Championship strap any which way ya fuckin' could. I mean fuck, bish, I beat your ass so bad ya managed to somehow delude yourself into thinkin' that me gettin' the win wasn't anything more than a quote-unquote "Lucky shot". BITCH, there wasn't ANY fuckin' luck involved an' you fuckin' know it! You're just too damn embarrassed to admit that ya lost the home game to a woman ya fuckin' underestimated; that you SHOULDN'T have underestimated."
"Ya fucked up."
"Ya failed."
"Ya lost."
"Yet, an' I want ya to pay careful attention here cause I'mma only say it once, I fuckin' respect ya, Ambibambi. You EARNED that shot against me an' my title. Ya EARNED the right to pick the stipulation in that match an' ya beat the ever livin' shit outta me just as much as I did you. Those scars? I'm just as proud of 'em as I am the ones I get every time me an' Maggle Pie go to war. See, Amber, I ain't afraid of admittin' of when I get my ass kicked or when I get outmatched; in fact, I'm fuckin' proud of it when it happens. Why? Cause that just means that I work HARDER, mover FASTER< get fuckin' MEANER for the next time I run into that damn glorious ass-kickin' bish."
"Winnin' makes ya strong, but defeat makes ya stronger."
"I'd tell ya that maybe ya should think 'bout that, but ya already made it perfectly fuckin' clear that you're so fuckin' deluded into that "but it was a fluke" horseshit that you deserve to be partners with such an obviously pathetic clown that is JaASSon WAAAAAA-yan. Ya know what? Since ya become such a bottom shelf piece of piss bish, I'mma do as bad to you as I'm gonna do to that punk-ass partner of yours. I'mma break your fuckin' jaw by droppin' the BOOM! an' I'm gonna shove it straight up your ass! Hell, it might even stop all that shit ya been spewin' 'bout bullshit "Lucky shots" an' whatnot. This Tuesday Night, alongside your fuccboi of failure, I'mma beat ya so fuckin' bad that they might as well call it regicide."
"Cause a Queen is gonna find out fist fuckin' hand what LEEthality IS."
"............."
"See ya two fuck knuckles REAL fuckin' soon."
"Best bring your own fuckin' body bags if ya know what's smart."
"Do I sit here an' talk 'bout the sheer fuckin' stupidity of namin' two shoddy fuckin' pieces of dog shit as the number five an' four of Revolution One's quote-unquote "Wrestlers of the Year" when neither of them did shit worth consideration? I mean fuck, that Pettis cunt isn't even here for two fuckin' months an' she gets force-fed a world fuckin' title match and is declared the third greatest asshole since whoever decided that slicin' bread was a grand fuckin' idea! Like, what sort of brain-dead brown nosin' scumsucker that actually thinks winnin' a so-called world strap erases the lifetime of fuckin' bare-faced mediocrity the proceeded the one lucky fluke fuckin' win; like holy fuckin' shit."
"Oh wait, it's probably the same pile of shit that keeps handin' Jalen Prince these high profile fuckin' matches that he hasn't any fuckin' business bein' a part of in the first fuckin' place!"
"Hey, Kylie! Get your fuckin' shit together before SIN ends up like your dead an' gone like your fuckin' wrestling career, yeah?"
"........."
"That's not fair and I know that my ragin' isn't goin' to change a God damn thing, but it's just so fuckin' frustrating when you CLEARLY carry this place on your back for nearly an entire fuckin' year an' ya don't even get a God damn motherfuckin' "Thank You" for everythin' that ya did. Instead, ya get the fuckin' silent treatment an' the classic unspoken "Fuck you and everything ya did" horseshit. It's really quite infuriatin'. However, all this pissin' an' moanin' ain't gonna get the job done this Tuesday Night so I guess it'd be best if I start actin' like a proper fuckin' cunt by channelin' this pent-up anger into somethin' more helpful an' bloody fuckin' healthy."
"So buckle the fuck up and let's fuckin' go."
"JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY-SUN R-WHAAAAAA-AN! Tell me, just how does it feel to be such a perpetually pathetic fuckin' cunt hair ALL the fuckin' time? I mean, when was the last time that you ACTUALLY contributed anythin' to Revo One that didn't involve you cryin' like a God damn puss that lost his favorite bitch ass plastic doll. I mean, fuck, ninety percent of one of your videos are basically " WHA! WHA! WHA! GIMME ME TITLE SHOT! I WANT! I WANT! I'M A USELESS FUCKIN' BABY THAT CAN'T EVEN A FUCKIN' THING IN THIS BUSINESS! WHA! WHA! WHA!" an' it's worn REAL fuckin' thin with .....well....everyone with at LEAST one fuckin' brain cell. Not only that, but you're so bloody fuckin' busy changin' gimmicks every few months that even if ya were to say somethin' important it doesn't fuckin' stick because there's no God damn consistency other than you constantly whinin' like a blubberin' fuckin' puss!"
"Hol' up a sec. Weren't ya fuckin' suspended indefinitely, ya know, WITHOUT pay?"
"Wasn't there supposed to be an investigation into what happened to the Diamonds; an investigation where you were named a prime fuckin' suspect?"
"So just how the LITERAL fuck did you get a shot at Chel an' her International Championship?"
"How does any of that make fuckin' sense? Oh wait, it doesn't; but ya know what does? The severe and extremely prejudiced way Imma rip your God damn head from your scrawny ass fuckin' neck! I'mma beat you so fuckin' bad that you can completely forget 'bout ever bein' International Champion again from the full-body cast you'll be spendin' the rest of your miserable rat ass life in after SIN. Oh, you can say that your this an' your that, but at the end of the day everyone fuckin' knows that me beatin' your f-rated movie makin' failure ass is as inevitable as the sun settin''"
"Death, taxes, an' LEEthatlity; these things are bloody fuckin' inevitable ya damn dumb fuckin' drongo!"
"Hey Jess!"
"'Ello!"
"Afternoon!"
"How good is it?"
"Little early to be in the building isn't it?"
"Nah, mate. Earlier the better!"
One by one, the young Australian Champion greeted the hard-working people that made Revolution One possible, the little plastic wheels of her bag rolling across the concrete floor as she made her way through the maze of corridors and halls of the Wells Fargo Center. She was, in fact, quite early; far earlier than more of her peers; but it wasn't something that was completely out of the norm. She had been raised to get things done that needed doing regardless of how tired she was or how late she had stayed up the previous night; she had one hell of a work ethic. So how did that correlate to her getting to the building early? Simple. The earlier she showed up the sooner she could help the rest of the vendors and crew finish; the sooner they finished the sooner she could sit back and slide into that particular zone she needed to be in when she went to fucking war.
Jason Ryan was going to end.
Amber Payne was going to end.
Call it ego; call it whatever you wanted, but the fact of the matter was that there was a very blatant level of disrespect from management when it came to the Rising Star Championship and just how little they seemed to care about the work she had been putting in to represent Revolution One. One of the most popular wrestlers; hands down. The only champion that hadn't been defeated since winning the strap; four fucking months of dominance. So yeah; it was more than safe to say that the young woman had more than just a chip on her shoulder and anger in her heart over the disrespect that was shown. However, nobody would ever know it as she was still the same loud and smiley Aussie that the crew and fans had come to love.
Tonight she was going to make a statement; one way or another.
"Right, so other than bitch ass Ryan, who was the other fuckin' dag in this match?"
"Amber Pane?"
"........"
"Who the fuck is Amber Payne?"
"......."
"I'm just fuckin' wit' ya, Ambibambi, I know who the fuck ya are an' how the last time we crossed ways I beat the livin' shit outta you in your OWN fuckin' so-called Cage of Death. Fuck yeah, it was a REAL grand fuckin' time beatin' you an' your unbelievably moronic sister as the two of you so fuckin' desperately tried to fuck me outta my Championship strap any which way ya fuckin' could. I mean fuck, bish, I beat your ass so bad ya managed to somehow delude yourself into thinkin' that me gettin' the win wasn't anything more than a quote-unquote "Lucky shot". BITCH, there wasn't ANY fuckin' luck involved an' you fuckin' know it! You're just too damn embarrassed to admit that ya lost the home game to a woman ya fuckin' underestimated; that you SHOULDN'T have underestimated."
"Ya fucked up."
"Ya failed."
"Ya lost."
"Yet, an' I want ya to pay careful attention here cause I'mma only say it once, I fuckin' respect ya, Ambibambi. You EARNED that shot against me an' my title. Ya EARNED the right to pick the stipulation in that match an' ya beat the ever livin' shit outta me just as much as I did you. Those scars? I'm just as proud of 'em as I am the ones I get every time me an' Maggle Pie go to war. See, Amber, I ain't afraid of admittin' of when I get my ass kicked or when I get outmatched; in fact, I'm fuckin' proud of it when it happens. Why? Cause that just means that I work HARDER, mover FASTER< get fuckin' MEANER for the next time I run into that damn glorious ass-kickin' bish."
"Winnin' makes ya strong, but defeat makes ya stronger."
"I'd tell ya that maybe ya should think 'bout that, but ya already made it perfectly fuckin' clear that you're so fuckin' deluded into that "but it was a fluke" horseshit that you deserve to be partners with such an obviously pathetic clown that is JaASSon WAAAAAA-yan. Ya know what? Since ya become such a bottom shelf piece of piss bish, I'mma do as bad to you as I'm gonna do to that punk-ass partner of yours. I'mma break your fuckin' jaw by droppin' the BOOM! an' I'm gonna shove it straight up your ass! Hell, it might even stop all that shit ya been spewin' 'bout bullshit "Lucky shots" an' whatnot. This Tuesday Night, alongside your fuccboi of failure, I'mma beat ya so fuckin' bad that they might as well call it regicide."
"Cause a Queen is gonna find out fist fuckin' hand what LEEthality IS."
"............."
"See ya two fuck knuckles REAL fuckin' soon."
"Best bring your own fuckin' body bags if ya know what's smart."
