Post by Jessie Lee on Apr 19, 2021 20:17:23 GMT -5
The camera fades in to reveal the familiar sight of Legacy's resident Aussie lounging upon a cheap-looking folding chair with a cell phone in hand. Clad in a pair of daded gray jeans, black sneakers, and an old Black Veil Brides t-shirt; cut-up of course. Seemingly oblivious to the camera, the young woman began to speak. Possibly dictating a letter upon her phone?
"Dear Diary,"
"Hmmmmm......Nah, scratch that."
"Dear Harry."
"Nope. Not it either......."
"Dear Amelia,"
"Yeah, that looks a whole lot better when ya look at it. I mean, it'd be pretty weird if I started writing to your journal. So this is a pretty healthy alternative, yeah? Though ya got to admit there really isn't anything healthy about scribing away within the confines of a sacred object such as a diary or journal......only to go ahead publish the thing on the internet. ON Revo One's internet page no less!"
"That's not how this thing is supposed to work, ya silly twisted sheila"
"Don't get it twisted, or do since it's kinda your shtick, I'm not sitting here working my fingers to the bone to write this just to tell ya that this publicly private diary thing you have going on is something to be ashamed about. In fact, I think you should feel proud that good ol' Harry is blowing up the Revo One boards as one of the hottest merch items on the site! Well, second only to Twisty the bear. Have ya seen that thing? It's pretty wicked!"
Taking a momentary break from her dication, Jessie pulled out a Twisty Teddy Bear from underneath her chair and flipped her phone around; taking a quick selfie before continuing.
"I know it may seem like I'm being a bit of a drongo here, but there is a rumor floating around that that the face of Revo One's better brand (me duh) could be getting something too! Now THAT would be hella fine! However, despite the sheer awesomeness of that, it isn't the primary issue that binds us together."
"The first blood match Horrorcore Championship."
"THAT is what everyone wants to talk about."
"THAT is what everyone wants to see."
"THAT is the one match that is guaranteed to steal the show and burn down the arena."
"Are ya ready, Miss Hearts? Cause I sure as FUCK know that I am! From the moment they announced Amadeus and myself were going to be competing for an opportunity to challenge for that strap, I have been running on a completely different level of hype and unparalleled focus. As it stands now, ya haven't got a snowball's chance in hell of walkin' out with that strap. Sure, you're gonna fight with everything ya have and that's EXACTLY what I want. I WANT you to kick and scream while I tear that brand new belt from your hands. I WANT the volatile engine of SIN's Twisted Sister to run on hellfire when I bring the Horrorcore Championship with me to every episode of Legacy. I WANT that unrepentant masochist to stare at me eye-to-eye and tell me......PROMISE me that the fight will never be over; that we'll war till the very end of Revo One itself."
"Sadly, it ain't gonna happen."
"Instead, you're just going to continue on as the same ol' Amelia Hearts; a paradoxical piece of piss sheila. By you're own admission, you spent four fuckin' months chasing after Rhodes and the Horrorcore strap when you could have- when you SHOULD have been chasin' after that World title. Ya passed on being the face of Revo One so you could hold the belt that what? Allows you to cope with your shitty fuckin' life?"
"Grow the fuck up ya selfish cunt."
Looking up from her phone, the audacious Aussie fixed the camera with a sneer.
"Seriously, grow the fuck up and do something to change the shit you keep goin' through; fuckin' FIGHT it! Quit postin' shit on Revo One where all ya do is bemoan and cry about how your life is such shit and ya don't do anythin' to discontinue the cycle. Ya ain't endearing. Ya ain't connectin' with the rowdy Revolutionists. You're bein' a whiny cunt that's hidin' behind her past
hoping that nobody calls ya out on it."
"Guess what?"
"Consider this your call out, CHAMP."
Leaning forward, Jessie's face shifted from a sneer to that of a cold and deliberate focus; unshakable and unyielding.
"In the selfish quest to prove to yourself that you're still alive, ya step to me on MY show and proclaim that you're gonna be a fightin' champion? That you're gonna give people what they want while fulfilling these selfish desires of life-affirming pain? However, ya can't say that you're fightin' for a division that ya claim to love while actin' in a manner that only benefits yourself."
"This ain't American partisan politics. It's Tuesday Night Legacy."
"When I step into that ring I unleash the HELL that I've been through; that I've FOUGHT through. I don't give a flyin' FUCK whether or not you've had a shit life or if you're the greatest main event competitor in wrestling history! I'm gonna jack your jaw and beat ya down. I'm gonna fight and fight and fight some more until I prove to the ENTIRE fuckin' world that Legacy is THE place to be; that there isn't ANY competition."
"Ya wanna spend four months chasin' that Horrorcore strap? I'll do it in four fuckin' matches."
"Ya wanna proclaim yourself as a fightin' champion? I AM the uncrowned fightin' Champion!"
Ya wanna cut a cowardly cuck's finger off? I'll punch the self-absorbed dome of a drongo, you're SKULL, off!"
Rising to her feet, Jessie continued to stare into the camera.
"Dorian's disrespect AWOKE it."
"Austin Saint Peters, Logan Burgess, and Amadeus FELT it."
"You, Amelia Hearts, shall EXPERIENCE what it's like to stand across the ring from the Aussie Assault; to feel the LEEthality of blows as the HOrrorcore Championship slips away."
Fade.