Post by Jessie Lee on Mar 15, 2021 21:18:08 GMT -5
Could she do it?
Could she really win this time around?
As foolish it might seem to a more seasoned and conditioned wrestler, the young Australian couldn't keep those thoughts from circulating within her mind. Try as she might, she couldn't deny that the debut she had been looking forward to had gone tremendously wrong and the resulting doubts had since crept up on her afterward. Then again, how could she not feel so unsure? The young woman had been booked against one of the single most dominant competitors that Revo1 had seen thus far and she lost.
BZZZZT! BZZZZT!
The sound of her phone vibrating against the smooth top of the table within her hotel room interrupting her thoughts, Jessie snapped back to reality from her disappointed reverie. Doing her best to lighten her mood, Jessie reluctantly answered.
"Hey there Andy. What's up?"
Andy, or Andrew Lee if one wanted to be formal, was the oldest of the three Lee children and often would become the mediator between Jackie and herself whenever a fight broke out. For those that wanted to know, "Jackie" Jackson Lee was the middle child and was precisely one year older than herself; so yeah, they fought a lot.
"Not much. Just wanted to check in on ya and see how you're holdin' up."
"It's all sunnies and lollies over here."
"Jess......"
"......."
"She'll be apples, little sis. Yeah, you had a pretty rough debut against Rhodes and ya should reflect on what went wrong. However, you're gonna bounce back; you always have. So just have confidence in yourself and leave the next one cactus in the ring.
"........"
"I'll tell Jackie how badly ya shit the bed if you lose to Saint Peters."
"Don't ya DARE!"
"Oh, I very much dare. In fact, if you don't promise me that you'll win the next match I will tell right now."
"AAAAAANDY!"
"Promise......"
"Fine. I PROMISE. I'll leave Saint Peters cactus. Happy?"
"Heh, that's more like the sister I know."
"Piss off."
"Love ya too."
With an abrupt click, Jessie ended the call with the infuriatingly worrisome eldest brother of hers; smile upon her face.
The camera fades in to reveal the simplistic scene of one of Revolution One's latest signees and one of the many future stars that were drafted to the newest show, Legacy. Clad in the unassuming combinations of gray jeans, black sneakers, and a tank top that bore the words "REVO! LEGACY"; the near six-foot female powerhouse sat upon a cheap-looking folding chair as the gray concrete wall behind her acted as a cold and uncaring backdrop to the surprising intimate scene. Hunched forward with her hands together, the Australian competitor silently stared at a spot on the floor with a faraway look in her eyes.
"So.....last week wasn't somethin' that any debutin' wrestler wants. As competitors, we want to get off on the right foot and immediately show the world that you're gonna be a force to be reckoned with; ya want that first big win, ya know? However, that just wasn't in the cards at Sin when I squared off with that Prince of Horrorcore himself. An', if I'm to be completely honest, I came out like an ankle biter and left embarrassed."
"That ain't gonna happen twice."
Looking up as she lowered her hands, Jessie fixed the camera with such a determined look that one might think that the sharpness her eyes contained might be able to inflict a wound most physical; bloody and scar inducing.
"Even so, Jessie Lee isn't some piece of piss sheila that's gonna allow a little loss like that ruin her career. Cause this Tuesday Night, live on the very first episode of Revolution One's Legacy, I have the opportunity to kick things off with one hell of a bang and set the tone for the soon-to-be flagship show!"
"So, in order to get that party rollin' and my career jump-started, I have the privilege of beating the forty-five-year-old ankle-biter Austin Saint Peters into such a fine bloody mush that neither his parole officers nor his suppliers will be able to identify him; not that they want to anyway. In fact, it might do that chemically cocktailed cuck some good to get his fugly mug rearranged by the Aussie Assault machine herself. Might even save him money on any plastic surgery he'll need done in the future!"
"Am I bein' a bit harsh?"
"Maybe"
"However, ya have to understand that what I'm gonna do to that pissed galah isn't gonna be some summer trip to the beach where he can stop by the bottle-o for brekky. Far from it! Cause I'mma gonna go fight mode on this bish and bust him up so bad that his sunnies are gonna be used for more than just hidin' bloodshot eyes from the hangover induced bright lights."
"Ya understand me, Austin?"
"This trip to Indianapolis ain't going to end with another party ya end up crashin' after the show. Instead, you're gonna be laid up in a hospital bed wonderin' just what in the hell hit ya. Cause the Aussie Assault is a Shelia that was born an' bred to be a fighter! She was raised to push forward when time gets tough and never surrender when she hits a wall! So you can bet your ass that I'm walking into the Lucas Oil Stadium with every confidence that I'm gonna walk out the victor!"
"Jessie Lee's bringin' the BOOM!"
"The Aussie Assault is in the BishBreakin' mood!"
"Tuesday night, I'm puttin the LEE in LEETHALITY!"
Jumping up from her seat, the young woman spoke with such unabashed fervor and fire that even the most stubborn of naysayers would feel convinced that she would emerge victorious from the match with Austin St. Peters. With fiery emotion fueling the adrenaline within her system, Miss Lee stormed out of the scene as the camera faded to black; a few words being caught before the video truly ended.
"LET'S FUCKIN' GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"