Post by Jessie Lee on Apr 26, 2021 22:45:48 GMT -5
4/20/2021
Legacy vs SIN Supershow
Legacy vs SIN Supershow
Surreal.
It felt completely surreal to be holding the brand new Horrorcore Championship and for it to HER that was the champion! Seriously! Yet, despite the swirling maelstrom of emotions that threatened to overtake her, Jessie had a single thing that needed to be done above all else. THerefore, and understandably so, the young Aussie absently made her way through the congratulatory throng of people as made her way to the locker room in which her bag was housed; appreciative nodding and thanking them along the way.
After what felt like an eternity and a half, the battered and bruised young woman barreled through the door and frantically scrambled through her bag; deaf to the door slamming closed. Despite the pain and the seemingly uncontrollable shaking of her hands, Jessie grabbed ahold of her phone and hit one of the few contacts that she had on speed dial.
BRRRRING!
BRRRRING!
BRRRRING!
RI-
"Hello?"
"H-hey Andy. I-its m-me......"
"Yeah, who else would it be? I doubt the Queen of England would be callin' me. What's up, little sis?"
"I.....I.....um.....I won. I beat Amelia for the H-horrorcore Championship. I'm the Champion....."
"Is that so?"
"Y-yeah....."
Without another word the line on the other end went dead, leaving the emotionally volatile newly crowned champion alone with utter silence. How dare he! Here she was, beaten to bloody hell and about to cry, and her own older brother hung up on her! He was supposed to be the supportive one! Well, two can play at th-
Before her explosive anger was able to fully consume her, the phone began to ring on her end this time. Confused, Jessie answered and was instantly treated to a sight that she had never imagined witnessing in her wildest dreams. Especially not in this era of Covid-19! There, standing in a large group, were the dozen or so children that often came to the gym; her unofficial family! To make matters worse, several of the kids in the front held a large banner that bore a singular word.
"Ready everyone? 3...2....1....."
"CONGRATULATIONS JESSIE!"
Unable to resist the horribly unfair tag-team combination of her older brother and all those that she considered her little siblings, the last vestiges of the badass Aussie Assault broke away and the tears began to pour forth uncontrollably. Even though the entirety of her body was in pain, she had never before felt so loved or appreciated. It really made the life-altering trip to the United States worth it.
"Hey Jess....."
"Y-yeah?"
"Dad would be proud."
If one thought that she couldn't cry any harder than she already then they would be incredibly mistaken. With a single phrase, the already crying Aussie began to full on ugly cry, Now she really couldn't afford to NOT climb to the top of the wrestling world. She couldn't let her family down, not now.
Fuck.
Quickly becoming a common occurrence, the camera faded in to reveal the familiar sight of the self-proclaimed face of Legacy. Clad in a pair of torn-up black jeans, black and white sneakers, and a cut-up t-shirt that bore the common dragon symbol associated with the monumental video game franchise known as Mortal Kombat. However, unlike usual, the Australian native wasn't sitting on some cheap folding chair. Instead, the imposing figure was down on one knee in the center of an empty wrestling ring; eyes fixated upon the knuckles of her right hand as it rested upon her knee. Despite the mottled colors of healing bruises that dotted her visible flesh, a genuinely pleased smile adorned her face.
"Well, didn't I say that the Horrorcore Championship would slip away from ya, Amelia?"
Looking upwards, Jessie looked into the camera as it filmed her from outside the ring; between the bottom and middle ropes.
"Ya bet I fuckin' did and now I am the new Horrorcore Champion."
"Sadly, it doesn't seem like I have much time to enjoy carrying this shiny new strap around. Cause the powers at be decided to strip away with the Champion's advantage rule 'bout pickin' their stip and decided to throw me in against a couple of wankers that couldn't tell a waist lock from a wrist lock. Most of them anyway. I would look pretty sus if I didn't acknowledge that a couple of 'em are real fightin' blokes. However, the rest are utter trash an' should have asked their trainers for a refund."
"Seriously, how long has Dweck been at this an' just how many companies has he failed in? What about Arcana and the fact that it took her two months before she was able t muster up enough courage to show up to a show? Also, who the fuck signed a big ol' balloon ass ninja with a habit of fallin' asleep at inappropriate times?"
"Oh wait, the same couple of people that are tryin' to make me cactus cause I keep sayin' that Legacy is the place to an' SIN ain't shit. Makes sense."
With a curt nod and a little chuckle, Jessie continued to look into the camera for a heartbeat longer before grabbing something that sat on the canvas and rising to her full and terrifying height of nearly six feet. Unbuttoning and slinging the Horrorcore Championship over her should, the Australian Assault Machine gave a hard slap to the faceplate of the belt that echoed throughout the empty space.
"Sus pettiness of the sheila's in charge aside, the fact is that Dangerzone is lookin' lit as fuck and it doesn't matter how the deck is stacked against me; I'm STILL gonna be the Horrorcore Champion. Why? Well, by its very nature the Horrorcore strap draws out the darkest parts of a person as they compete for it. Whether you're some scrub with daddy issues or a hardcore psycho with a fetish for masochism and murder, ya gotta pull that darkness out to the forefront if ya wanna survive; ya gotta be downright EVIL if ya wanna win."
"However, what does any of that matter when squaring up against me?"
"Not a fuckin' thing."
"Ya see, I don't care whether or not ya had a hard life or if ya are some sick son of a bitch that hopes to mimic the likes of Ted Bundy or idolizes the likes of Ed Gein and Jeffery Dahmer. I'm gonna knock ya from pillar to post until I decide to end things by droppin' ya on your damn head. Cause I am the force that both the darkness AND the light fear. Just as Austin Saint Peters, ol' grumpy gus Burgess, Amadeus, and cunt of the night herself. I'm the one to be afraid of."
"I mean, I didn't punch out a dozen blokes mid-match just cause I'm scared sheila afraid of a fight."
"I AM the fight."
"Can ya say the same Dwecky boy? Can you say that, deep down, ya got the attitude and the guts to fight ANY fight when ya couldn't even get a handle on a punk that was runnin' 'round deliberately trying not to be associated with ya? Don't answer that cause the ENTIRE wrestling world already knows that ya don't. I mean fuck dude, just how man companies are ya gonna whore yourself out to before ya realize that you're LESS of a threat to anyone than Saint Peters? Fuck, I'll be doin' ya favor when I take your bloated ass out of this eight-way blood brawl."
"Speakin' of bloated asses that ain't a challenge, it seems Revo One recently signed some drongo of a bloke callin' himself a Narcoleptic Ninja. Boy, I hope you at least manage to drag your Beverly Hills Ninja lookin' ass out to the ring so that ya can be properly eliminated. Cause I have absolutely NO desire to go traversin' backstage to look for ya; and yes, we can see ya. Ya ain't some fruity pebble bloke that thinks namin' a move after the act of male masturbation is a good idea. You're just pathetic."
"Since I'm on this runaway segue train let's move on to the next pathetic drongo that'll be left bloody an' cactus at Dangerzone, Jalen Prince. Gotta admit, despite the constant drivel 'bout demons and bein' evil, I find myself respectin' ya more than most in this match. After all, ya are the ONE guy that immediately stepped to me when I announced myself the new Horrorcore Champion. Except, ya haven't done anything of note to earn this opportunity ya find yourself in. I mean, ya beat some bloke that doesn't care enough to show up on time and Mister Snow; a guy that can't even compete anymore. Ya ain't EVIL Jalen. You're a sorry fuck with undiagnosed bipolar disorder that's actin' out for attention. Even if ya were an evil bastard truly bent on destroying everyone, ya would still fuckin' come up short against me cause I'm THE force that doesn't give a damn; remember? Besides, I already sent that monstrous bloke Amadeus packin' an' boy ya ain't no Amadeus."
"Next up we got some folks that I'm lookin' forward to smackin' back down to the bottom of the ladder."
"Arcana, the only other sheila in this crazy eight-way war set for DangerZone. Ya don't have to be real smart to see that ya got some fucked up baggage behind ya. It's in the way ya talk and move. However, that isn't an excuse to sign a contract and not show up for two months. Nor is it any reason to try an' jump Carter's dick immediately after winnin' your first match. What it DOES get ya is an immediate lesson in respect courtesy of me knockin' your ass out. Fuckin' hell, I already took out Amelia Hearts an' that sheila was just as messed up as ya if not MORE."
"On the topic of bein' messed up; how ya doin' Jay-Ry? Have ya shook off that loss to Arcana yet or are ya still runnin' that worn-out tough guy act? Cause if you're doin' that then I gotta say that the prison time ya keep boastin' 'bout doesn't mean shit to me. In case ya don't know, I'm from Australia; a place that was originally a prison island. So ya can rightfully piss off and watch as I show what it is to REALLY be a difference-maker here in Revo One. Fuck man, I already AM the difference maker! Legacy is number one for a reason and that reason is ME."
"Finally we got the two unknown blokes of the Unstable stable; THAT'S a mouthful to say. Now fellas, I'm sure ya both are hyped an' thinkin' that this bout is gonna come down to the two of ya. Good. Continue thinkin' that way cause it'll make takin' ya both out all the much sweeter. Ya see, unlike the two of ya I don't need someone watchin' my back. I just punch out every drongo that thinks they can take me and I keep on truckin'. This strap is proof of that. Just know that, after I knock ya both out an' leave ya lyin' in a puddle of you're own blood, it isn't your fault that Tuesday Night JIN is the B show. It's just that LEEgacy is that much better and I prove that night in and night out."
"So come all ye drongos. Come test your might and find out just exactly why none of you can match up to someone like me. Cause I'm a cut above the rest an' there ain't no stoppin' me from showing the LEETHALITY of the new Horrorcore Championship!"
Taking an aggressive step forward, the pugilist powerhouse thrust the Horrorcore Championship high above her head as she motioned for her DangerZone challengers to bring their best with the other hand. Cleary the young Aussie wanted them to bring the smoke and there wasn't going to be any way that she would allow to do otherwise.