Post by Jessie Lee on Mar 29, 2021 22:03:53 GMT -5
3/16/2021
Legacy 01x01
Indianapolis, Indiana
Legacy 01x01
Indianapolis, Indiana
REVO!.COM EXCLUSIVE
The camera fades into the upbeat scene of the smiling face of Jerika Manson; the go-to gal for all things Revolution 1! With microphone in hand and the power of pure professionalism at her side, Jerika began to speak; the official Revo1 backdrop displayed proudly behind her.
"Hello, Revolutionists! Jerika Mason here backstage at Revo-one's very first episode of Legacy and I have to say it's pretty hype already!"
"WOOOO! YA GOT THAT RIGHT!"
Stepping into the shot, the newly victorious Jessie Lee wore a genuinely ecstatic smile upon her face. Evidently radiating infectious exuberance, the duo's smiles only seemed to broaden as they stood next to each other.
"HA-HA! It's Jessie Lee!"
"Last time I checked it was!"
Although difficult, the duo did the best they could to suppress the overwhelming jubilation that seemed to be running rampant at the moment; Jerika fairing far better at it than the young Aussie.
"Alright, now let's get down to it; How does it feel to get your first victory AND have it on the debut of Legacy?"
"I'm excited, can't ya tell! HA-HA! B-but yeah; it feels pretty amazin'! Gettin' the big L in my debut match for the company kinda stung, but bein' able to turn that around and get the big win tonight it pretty freakin' awesome! Not to mention I got to make a big ol' statement that Legacy is gonna be the number one show sooner rather than later! It's pretty freakin' hype!"
"It was quite impressive! You took out Austin Saint Peters in a clean sweep."
"That's right an' I'm doing it again to the next bloke, or sheila, that Mister Snow decides to send my way!"
"Well, I think I speak for everyone when I say that we hope to see that! Great match tonight and good luck in your next one!"
"Thanks! WOOOO!"
With her exuberance unable to be contained any longer, Jessie let out another shout that undoubtedly echoed throughout the halls. Then, with a playful slap to Jerika's shoulder and a wink to the camera, Jessie walked across the shot and effectively exited the scene; leaving the watching Revolutionists with the smiling face of Jerika Manson as the camera faded to black.
ANDY LEE
Good on ya Jess! Ya really left that bloke cactus!
Thanks! I did say I would.
Yeah. After I threatened ya.
Whateves! I'll make sure to leave the next bloke cactus as well!
Ya sure? Cause that Burgress bloke looked like one hell of a scrapper.
No wucka's! She'll be apples!
Alright, little sis. Go get'em!
Defo!
The camera fades in to reveal the unmistakable figure of Revolution One's resident Australian-born starlet sitting upon a shabby-looking folding chair with the emotionless gray of the concrete wall behind her. Wearing a pair of washed-out gray jeans, black sneakers, and a black Like A Storm shirt that had been cut-up. Leaning back with her legs splayed out before her, Jessie Lee was almost the very definition of relaxed as she displayed a fairly goofy smile to the camera. Clearly, she was still riding high from her victory over that perpetual partier known to the Revolutionists as Austin St. Peters.
"G'day everyone! How are ya all doin'? Pretty good I hope or as good as you can be during these crazy times. I mean, between the world constantly tryin' to come to an end and people....just bein' people.....things can be kinda difficult, ya know. So, it's best to be good with each other and be safe. Unless you're a professional wrestler headin' into a pay-per-view big match. in that case, feel free to murder each other until one is left cactus in the middle of the ring!"
With a chuckle, the young woman adjusted her posture and leaned forward; drawing the watching Revolutionists with the sharpness of her gaze.
"The Ides are upon us ladies and gents, and I have to admit that I'm feelin' pretty hyped! Can ya blame me? I mean, not only did I manage to keep myself from slippin' into a lsin' streak AND I kicked Legacy off with a big ol' BANG when I sent that piss of piss bloke Asutin Saint Peters packin'! Don't get it twisted though, I'm still very much focused on pickin' up the wins and leacin' braindead drongos cactus in the ring."
"VERY focused."
"So believe me, my fellow Revolutionists; that, when I step into that ring at The Ides, I am completely honed in on beatin' down my opponent and plannin' of walkin' out victorious once again. Yeah, I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin' that ol' man Logan Burgess isn't anything like that drunken drongo I bodied on Legacy; that I'm the one bein' on the losin' end again. I mean, ol' man Logan has the overall advantage over me, right? He has the experience. He has the age. He has the time-tested knowledge that comes from traveling the world."
"You would think that...but ya'd be wrong."
"Ya see, as good as that mongrel Burgess THINKS he is, a got to understand that this false sense of bravado he likes to display doesn't do much for me. I ain't scared. I'm not intimidated. Hell, I ain't even second guessin' myself about signin' the contract for this match. if anything, I'm damn eager to put that ankle bitin' shark biscuit in his place!"
"In the unemployment line behind Austin Saint Peters, in case ya didn't know."
"Now, I'm addressing you yourself ol' man; Tell me, are you trying or are you actually just stupid? I mean, you whined about how you came to Revo-one to get away from all the supposed ass-kissing the theft of individualism. Yet, you were the one that moved to Japan. You were the one that willing to immerse yourself in a culture that you knew full well wouldn't suit ya. So now that you've realized that you can't play their game you show up here and expect us to think you're some lone wolf badass that lives by his own rules?"
"Yeah, right. You're a REAL tough guy when you tuck your tail between your legs and run."
"Therein lies a primary difference between, ol' man. Unlike you, I don't tuck my tail and run when I come up against an obstacle. Somethin' stands in MY way is somethin' that ends up demolished. Ya see, unlike you, I was born and raised in a land where it's either you survive or ya die. Ya gotta be able to pay attention and survive else ya'll end up dead before you can roll outta bed. There isn't any comparison to Japan an' Straya. So don't even bother tryin' to pull that card as ya did against Amadeus. Cause that shit just ain't gonna fly, ya hear?"
"Also, don't try an' tell me you the hell I am."
"Ya look plenty dumb as is."
"Let's focus on how I"ll end up beatin' ya shall we? Yes? Yes. Alright, I know ya'll argue about this with me but the simple fact is that I more focused than you are. I'm MORE determined than you are. I am MORE willing to go to WAR than you are. Ya see, your time has long since passed; nobody even knows any of those names ya listed on your bio page on REvOne dot com. Honestly, if we're lookin' at it plainly, you're just some prepubescent edgelords wet dream of what he thinks is cool. It's actually kinda pathetic. Me? I don't give a flyin' fuck on what people think about me. Fact is, I born and raised to be a fighter and fight is somethin' that'll I do till I breathe my last breath. I throw punches with the expert precision of a sniper! I choke you out faster than you did against Amadeus!"
Leaning back once more, Jessie wore a smug look as she gave the camera a self-satisfied nod.
"So like it or not, I'm the one walkin' out of The Ides as the victor."
"You?"
"You'll experience what it's like to lose to someone focused on sheer LEETHALITY."
Once more the picture of relaxation, the camera fades to black.
"G'day everyone! How are ya all doin'? Pretty good I hope or as good as you can be during these crazy times. I mean, between the world constantly tryin' to come to an end and people....just bein' people.....things can be kinda difficult, ya know. So, it's best to be good with each other and be safe. Unless you're a professional wrestler headin' into a pay-per-view big match. in that case, feel free to murder each other until one is left cactus in the middle of the ring!"
With a chuckle, the young woman adjusted her posture and leaned forward; drawing the watching Revolutionists with the sharpness of her gaze.
"The Ides are upon us ladies and gents, and I have to admit that I'm feelin' pretty hyped! Can ya blame me? I mean, not only did I manage to keep myself from slippin' into a lsin' streak AND I kicked Legacy off with a big ol' BANG when I sent that piss of piss bloke Asutin Saint Peters packin'! Don't get it twisted though, I'm still very much focused on pickin' up the wins and leacin' braindead drongos cactus in the ring."
"VERY focused."
"So believe me, my fellow Revolutionists; that, when I step into that ring at The Ides, I am completely honed in on beatin' down my opponent and plannin' of walkin' out victorious once again. Yeah, I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin' that ol' man Logan Burgess isn't anything like that drunken drongo I bodied on Legacy; that I'm the one bein' on the losin' end again. I mean, ol' man Logan has the overall advantage over me, right? He has the experience. He has the age. He has the time-tested knowledge that comes from traveling the world."
"You would think that...but ya'd be wrong."
"Ya see, as good as that mongrel Burgess THINKS he is, a got to understand that this false sense of bravado he likes to display doesn't do much for me. I ain't scared. I'm not intimidated. Hell, I ain't even second guessin' myself about signin' the contract for this match. if anything, I'm damn eager to put that ankle bitin' shark biscuit in his place!"
"In the unemployment line behind Austin Saint Peters, in case ya didn't know."
"Now, I'm addressing you yourself ol' man; Tell me, are you trying or are you actually just stupid? I mean, you whined about how you came to Revo-one to get away from all the supposed ass-kissing the theft of individualism. Yet, you were the one that moved to Japan. You were the one that willing to immerse yourself in a culture that you knew full well wouldn't suit ya. So now that you've realized that you can't play their game you show up here and expect us to think you're some lone wolf badass that lives by his own rules?"
"Yeah, right. You're a REAL tough guy when you tuck your tail between your legs and run."
"Therein lies a primary difference between, ol' man. Unlike you, I don't tuck my tail and run when I come up against an obstacle. Somethin' stands in MY way is somethin' that ends up demolished. Ya see, unlike you, I was born and raised in a land where it's either you survive or ya die. Ya gotta be able to pay attention and survive else ya'll end up dead before you can roll outta bed. There isn't any comparison to Japan an' Straya. So don't even bother tryin' to pull that card as ya did against Amadeus. Cause that shit just ain't gonna fly, ya hear?"
"Also, don't try an' tell me you the hell I am."
"Ya look plenty dumb as is."
"Let's focus on how I"ll end up beatin' ya shall we? Yes? Yes. Alright, I know ya'll argue about this with me but the simple fact is that I more focused than you are. I'm MORE determined than you are. I am MORE willing to go to WAR than you are. Ya see, your time has long since passed; nobody even knows any of those names ya listed on your bio page on REvOne dot com. Honestly, if we're lookin' at it plainly, you're just some prepubescent edgelords wet dream of what he thinks is cool. It's actually kinda pathetic. Me? I don't give a flyin' fuck on what people think about me. Fact is, I born and raised to be a fighter and fight is somethin' that'll I do till I breathe my last breath. I throw punches with the expert precision of a sniper! I choke you out faster than you did against Amadeus!"
Leaning back once more, Jessie wore a smug look as she gave the camera a self-satisfied nod.
"So like it or not, I'm the one walkin' out of The Ides as the victor."
"You?"
"You'll experience what it's like to lose to someone focused on sheer LEETHALITY."
Once more the picture of relaxation, the camera fades to black.