Post by Jessie Lee on Apr 5, 2021 21:27:17 GMT -5
The camera fades in to present the familiar image of Legacy's number one girl lounging on a cheap folding chair that one might purchase in bulk from some generic store. Even though the chair was shabby, the young Australian wasn't one that a person would dismiss as easily. Clad in a pair of black jeans, gray sneakers, and an appropriate cut-up Amelia Hearts T-shirt; Jessie Lee sat with her eyes glued to the glowing screen of her phone.
"Logan Burgessgot punked the fuck out."
"Logan lost and he's swingin' a chair 'round? What a loser! Good on ya Jessie!"
"Leethality is fuckin' sick!"
Looking up from her phone, the young woman fixed the camera with a confident smile.
"In case ya live under a rock, those were some of the fan reactions that blew up Revo One's twitter following The Ides. Gotta say it felt pretty good puttin' that condescending ol' codger in his place. Even more so when ol' grumpy gus thought he could take a swing at me with a chair and ended up whiffin' by a mile. It was great!"
After a satisfied chuckle, the young Aussie shifted her position and fixed the camera with a focused look; pleasure giving way to business.
"As much fun as whoopin' Burgess' butt was, and it WAS a lot of fun, it would be pretty dumb of me to linger on that victory when I have a golden opportunity starin' at me dead in the face. Ya see, this week's Legacy is in for one hell of a treat when big bad Amadeus and myself go head to head for an opportunity to challenge the NEW Horrorcore champion somewhere down the line for the belt. The two hottest talents on the Legacy brand are gonna duke it out in a match that'll be one hell of a bloody brawl that will undoubtedly satisfy every single Revolutionist in the Stae Farm Arena and all those watchin' from home."
"Whoopin' Amadeus' ass sounds hella fine to me."
"Cause make no bones 'bout it, that is EXACTLY how it's going to go. Don't get me wrong, the guy certainly talks a big game and he certainly has the in-ring knowledge to be a real problem. After all, he has managed to get wins over a couple of clowns in Burgess and Jojo. That's pretty good."
"However, that's all he has."
"That's ALL he is; pretty good."
"Face it, Amadeus, all this talk about facin' better competition an' interrupting matches makes ya look less like an artist an' more like an ankle biter crackin' the shits at management cause he just doesn't have what it takes; he doesn't have the charisma. YOU don't have the charisma. It's a real shame though, you might actually be a really cool bloke if ya weren't so wrapped up in yourself. Instead, you rave about how Rev One's management is at fault when you aim to maim. You cry foul about not facin' better opponents when you specifically target those silly drongos in Leigh Haught and Austin Saint Peters. Like bish, the Aussie Assult is going to have to give ya a bit of discipline by thoroughly kickin' your ass and takin' away your first chance to compete for some gold here in Revo One.."
"To ruin your exhibit as it were."
"Don't ya worry though, cause you'll be in fine company on the list of drongos that I've beaten since becomin' the face of Legacy; Khaos can kiss my Aussie ass!. In fact, you can even go back to the bar with Saint Peters and Burgess to drown your sorrows 'bout losin' ya first match in a bottle of cheap beer. I'm sure they'd love to have a fellow narcissistic fuck such as yourself join in and plot revenge on me for puttin' them down."
Although she spoke as if it were a forgone conclusion, the seriousness that was seen within her eyes was unwavering. Returning back to her lounging posture, Jessie tilted her chin upwards ever so slightly in a gesture of sublime defiance; sublime challenge.
"You might not remember, hell you might not even care, but the first match I ever had here in Revo One was against the former Horrorcore Champion Dorian Rhodes. I lost. However, ever since then I haven't been able to forget the disrespect he showed to me during the match nor can I forget the feeling of when I cold-cocked him with a Superwoman punch and dropped his dismissive ass to the canvas. I haven't forgotten how it felt to drop both Saint Peters and Burgess either."
"Why?"
"Cause to me there is no better feeling than proving people wrong. Rhoades thought I would never be anyone here in Revo One, but here I am leadin' the charge with this new brand! Saint Peters and Burgess thought that they were gonna leave me cactus in the center of that ring, but I was the one that left them beaten and cactus. Believe it not, but there are plenty of people that look at me and presume that I'll never be a champion; that I'll never be one with gold 'round my waist."
"Guess what?"
"I'm going to prove them WRONG."
"This Tuesday night, I'm not going into our match just to beat ya up. I'm going in with the utmost confidence that I will WIN. I'm going into this match with every intention of facing Miss Hearts for that Horrorcore strap. I have EVERY intention of proving every single naysayer wrong!"
"Like I have been and will continue doing."
"So prepare yourself for a fight, Amadeus. Cause the Aussie Assult is chargin' into Georgia filled with fire and desire to become the NEXT Horrorcore champion and there ain't no piece of piss wannabe artist that can fuckin' stop her!"
"Your canvas?"
"MY fuckin' warzone for LEETHALITY."
Unwavering in her gaze, nothing short of pure intensity seemed to radiate from the imposing figure of Legacy's number one sheila; Jessie fuckin' Lee.