Post by Jessie Lee on Feb 21, 2022 21:20:44 GMT -5
With a flicker and a buzz, the scene came to life to reveal Jessie Lee; THE Rising Star Champion; standing in the center of a wrestling ring. Clad head to toe in-ring gear, and the championship slung over her left shoulder, the unbeaten champion held quite a sour expression on her face.
"Sorry 'bout this Revolutionists, but your girl is gettin' straight to the business end of why y'all tuned in; The Execution of Amber Payne."
After a few stern moments of wearing that sour face, the Aussie couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a small fit of laughter; laughter soon stifled.
"Fuckin' sounds right dramatic doesn't it? Then again, ya gotta play that melodramatic bullshit once your opponent tells ya that you'd have to kill her to win. Like, I understand that AmbiBambi has that spooky soul suckin' alter ego; an alter ego, but if you're STILL usin' death as your primary means of tryin' to spook people when ya had said alter ego get the fuckin' shit beat outta it? Then there ain't much to say other than you aren't much of a wrestler and you're damn fuckin' sure worthy of holdin' onto this here Championship Strap. A strap that I proudly held, defended, and uphold the legacies of the two previous straps; The Futures an' my all-time favorite, the Horrorcore Championships."
With a big grin and a thunderous slap to the faceplate of the Rising Star Championship, the relentless brawler was about to pull the trigger; as every Revolution One fan loved her for.
"Do ya wanna know what your biggest issue is, Amber? I mean, other than bein' a bigger flop than the majority of those on Revo One's Jobber payroll. Ya just don't have the spine for the level of competitive fuckin' fire that I bring. You don't have the level of CONVICTION I have in order up both this fuckin' company AN' the Risin' Star strap. Ya just don't have it. Oh ya fuckin' think ya do; I mean, you've held all those straps from all those other places an' you're constantly thinkin' that you should be standin' at the; that twenty twenty-two is goin' to be the Year of the Huntress......or of the Queen of Strong Style......or whichever personality decides to show up on Tuesday."
"Your issue, AmbiBambi, is that I fuckin' broke you an' you know I'm gonna break ya worse."
"You're too much of a proud bish to admit it, but you know full well that it's true. Ya can make up as many excuses as ya want, like it was a lucky shot, but shit becomes REAL clear once people like you start backpedalin' on their words. It shows that they're scared; that they dished out their best horsehit an' don't have a damn thing left. Your fuckin' weak an' you're scramblin' to get somethin' together; somethin' that MIGHT last more than a few minutes in that ring with."
"Yeah. Good fuckin' luck with that. Ya might as well just bring your own body bag. Save us all some time, ya know?"
"Cause the thing is, AmbiBambi, unlike the other fuckknuckles ya squared of with before........I ain't lookin' down or past ya. I may make you look like the bloody fuckin' moron ya are, but there has never been a single time that I didn't ya seriously; not then an' not now. Well, considerin' that Jason Ryan, the guy that beat the shit outta ya before the big ol' tag match a few Sin's ago, couldn't even remember your name..........things in that department may be startin' to change. Bein' put in THAT kind of situation kinda says some terrible thing 'bout ya, doesn't it?"
"So, instead of gettin' into more of those nasty bits, I've got somethn' I want ya to do. Fuckin' weird that the Champion is layin' down a challenger to the challenger, but desperate times come to desperate measures; am I right?"
Removing the Championship belt from her shoulder; letting it hang loosely in her right, Jessie fixed that camera with that old classic look of sheer focus.
"I want ya to set aside all the bullshit head games an' half-assed fronts at bein' tough; I want ya to set that shit aside an' I want to grow the fuck up an' FIGHT me. Yeah, I know it sounds pretty damn odd for me to say somethin' like that since we beat the livin' shit outta each other in a cage of death the last time ya failed to take the Risin' Star strap from me, but that was a long time ago an' people are talkin' like ya just don't have it in ya any more; that Ryan's beat down got to ya. So, I want ya to prove those fuckers wrong an' I want ya to muster up the best ya got so that we can tear the literal fuckin' building down; to STEAL the fuckin' show!"
"Don't ya dare get if fuckin' twisted though. I'mma still be comin' at ya with competitive fire, relentlessness, an' unforgivin' fight the likes ya ever saw; so if ya thought the cage of death was bad then you're in for a real fuckin' doozy. I'm goin' to make the demolition of our beloved Legendary Champion from last SIN look God Damn fuckin' pretty! I'm goin' to break your face, shatter your legs, an' essentially Thanos Snap every vertebra in your scrawny neck when I drop ya with the Leethality; for a second successful defense."
"This Tuesday night at Allegiance I'm puttin ya outta BOTH of our miseries."
"Now let's fuckin' GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
With so much force that she took a half step back, the Horrorcore Hottie hoisted the Rising Star Championship high above her head as the camera faded to black; signaling that the video was over, supposedly. However, the telltale tone of Jessie's voice could be heard before things truly drew to a close.
"You might be a soul suckin' drongo, but death's my bitch."
"Sorry 'bout this Revolutionists, but your girl is gettin' straight to the business end of why y'all tuned in; The Execution of Amber Payne."
After a few stern moments of wearing that sour face, the Aussie couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a small fit of laughter; laughter soon stifled.
"Fuckin' sounds right dramatic doesn't it? Then again, ya gotta play that melodramatic bullshit once your opponent tells ya that you'd have to kill her to win. Like, I understand that AmbiBambi has that spooky soul suckin' alter ego; an alter ego, but if you're STILL usin' death as your primary means of tryin' to spook people when ya had said alter ego get the fuckin' shit beat outta it? Then there ain't much to say other than you aren't much of a wrestler and you're damn fuckin' sure worthy of holdin' onto this here Championship Strap. A strap that I proudly held, defended, and uphold the legacies of the two previous straps; The Futures an' my all-time favorite, the Horrorcore Championships."
With a big grin and a thunderous slap to the faceplate of the Rising Star Championship, the relentless brawler was about to pull the trigger; as every Revolution One fan loved her for.
"Do ya wanna know what your biggest issue is, Amber? I mean, other than bein' a bigger flop than the majority of those on Revo One's Jobber payroll. Ya just don't have the spine for the level of competitive fuckin' fire that I bring. You don't have the level of CONVICTION I have in order up both this fuckin' company AN' the Risin' Star strap. Ya just don't have it. Oh ya fuckin' think ya do; I mean, you've held all those straps from all those other places an' you're constantly thinkin' that you should be standin' at the; that twenty twenty-two is goin' to be the Year of the Huntress......or of the Queen of Strong Style......or whichever personality decides to show up on Tuesday."
"Your issue, AmbiBambi, is that I fuckin' broke you an' you know I'm gonna break ya worse."
"You're too much of a proud bish to admit it, but you know full well that it's true. Ya can make up as many excuses as ya want, like it was a lucky shot, but shit becomes REAL clear once people like you start backpedalin' on their words. It shows that they're scared; that they dished out their best horsehit an' don't have a damn thing left. Your fuckin' weak an' you're scramblin' to get somethin' together; somethin' that MIGHT last more than a few minutes in that ring with."
"Yeah. Good fuckin' luck with that. Ya might as well just bring your own body bag. Save us all some time, ya know?"
"Cause the thing is, AmbiBambi, unlike the other fuckknuckles ya squared of with before........I ain't lookin' down or past ya. I may make you look like the bloody fuckin' moron ya are, but there has never been a single time that I didn't ya seriously; not then an' not now. Well, considerin' that Jason Ryan, the guy that beat the shit outta ya before the big ol' tag match a few Sin's ago, couldn't even remember your name..........things in that department may be startin' to change. Bein' put in THAT kind of situation kinda says some terrible thing 'bout ya, doesn't it?"
"So, instead of gettin' into more of those nasty bits, I've got somethn' I want ya to do. Fuckin' weird that the Champion is layin' down a challenger to the challenger, but desperate times come to desperate measures; am I right?"
Removing the Championship belt from her shoulder; letting it hang loosely in her right, Jessie fixed that camera with that old classic look of sheer focus.
"I want ya to set aside all the bullshit head games an' half-assed fronts at bein' tough; I want ya to set that shit aside an' I want to grow the fuck up an' FIGHT me. Yeah, I know it sounds pretty damn odd for me to say somethin' like that since we beat the livin' shit outta each other in a cage of death the last time ya failed to take the Risin' Star strap from me, but that was a long time ago an' people are talkin' like ya just don't have it in ya any more; that Ryan's beat down got to ya. So, I want ya to prove those fuckers wrong an' I want ya to muster up the best ya got so that we can tear the literal fuckin' building down; to STEAL the fuckin' show!"
"Don't ya dare get if fuckin' twisted though. I'mma still be comin' at ya with competitive fire, relentlessness, an' unforgivin' fight the likes ya ever saw; so if ya thought the cage of death was bad then you're in for a real fuckin' doozy. I'm goin' to make the demolition of our beloved Legendary Champion from last SIN look God Damn fuckin' pretty! I'm goin' to break your face, shatter your legs, an' essentially Thanos Snap every vertebra in your scrawny neck when I drop ya with the Leethality; for a second successful defense."
"This Tuesday night at Allegiance I'm puttin ya outta BOTH of our miseries."
"Now let's fuckin' GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
With so much force that she took a half step back, the Horrorcore Hottie hoisted the Rising Star Championship high above her head as the camera faded to black; signaling that the video was over, supposedly. However, the telltale tone of Jessie's voice could be heard before things truly drew to a close.
"You might be a soul suckin' drongo, but death's my bitch."
