Post by Jessie Lee on May 17, 2021 22:49:24 GMT -5
The camera fades in to reveal an image that many within the brutal bloody-knuckled wrestling world would consider comical at best; a waste at worst. There, sitting behind the glittering faceplate of the Revolution One Horrorcore Championship, was the unmistakable Jessi-Roo that had been officially debuted during that last edition of Legacy. It was there in Cameron, North Carolina that the inspiration behind the knockout plush had carved her name into the beating heart of Revolution One and cemented her place as the face of the Legacy brand; defeating Damian Carter and turning back the tide of the Left Hand to do so.
Yeah, it was a pretty fan-freaking-tastic night; deadass.
Slowly, the camera panned out and it was revealed that both the championship belt and the plush were sitting atop the ring apron as the ring behind them were empty; barren, and void of life or action. Yet, that was not all; soon enough it was revealed that the reigning Horrorcore Champion herself was sitting upon the floor just in front of the Revolution One logo. Clad not in the typical style that she had been seen in so many times before, the Australian Wolverine was garbed in her in-ring gear that just happened to match the blue and black scheme of the Jessi-roo that sat just above her head; legs sprawled out upon the floor. Yet, it was the distant look in the young woman's eyes that drew the viewer's attention. An abnormality when compared to the previous promotional videos that she took part in.
Clearly, the Horrorcore Champion was combat-ready.
"Three months."
"In the span of three months, I went from some piece of piss sheila that nobody thought would make it in this business to bein' the single most DOMINANT person to step foot within the ring here in Revo One. Whether it was crackin' the jaws of guys like Amadeus and ol' Saint Peters, breakin' Amelia's heart, or puttin' the so-called World Champion straight onto his head I have done nothin' but show those negative drongos that I BELONG here; that I am the FACE of the place."
Suddenly, Jessie's guys regained their normal sharp focus as she fixed the camera with a very satisfied, almost smug, smile.
"If ya don't believe me then feel free to go ask the seven that I BEAT at Dangerzone."
After a light chuckle that revealed that she, in fact, felt pretty satisfied with what transpired during that hellish eight-person first blood elimination match; insane as it was.
"Ya wanna know the best part? It seems that me overcomin' the wild curveballs that the bigwigs keep pitchin' has earned me a particularly juicy opportunity to really have this place by the short hairs. Ya see, Revo One is holdin' this crazy shindig where eight people duke it out for an opportunity of a World Championship of their choosing. Sounds kinda familiar right? I mean, the whole EIGHT-PERSON thing and competin' for a shot at a championship. I'm gettin' a funny sense of deja vu just think' 'bout it."
"Like, are we REALLY doin' this again? I already dusted off seven drongos an' left their dreams cactus."
"That aside; the first half of the first round was decided over on the B show an' this week eight of Legacy's best duke it out for the four slots that go onto round two. If THAT'S what ya wanna call 'em anyway. Fact is the field pretty slim an' the only match that really shows any promise in entertainin' the fuck out of y'all is the main event between that Sheila Holiday and myself. Needless to say, I gotta saddle up and continue carrying Legacy as I have been doin' since day one; sorry not sorry."
"Speaking of which......"
Reaching up, the Aussie Hottie plucked the plush from its perch behind the Horrorcore championship and brought it down to her seated position; making one of its arms wave as she smiled mockingly into the camera.
"Hey there Casey! How does it feel to be the single greatest failure in Revo One?"
Sitting the Jessi-roo to side, the young Aussie fixed the camera with an incredibly harsh look.
"For real though, ya come into Revo One with such blusterous fanfare only to flop harder than that Narcoleptic Ninja bloke did at Dangerzone. Seriously, you'd think that someone with the gall to call themself a quote-unquote Prodigy would actually be worth their salt. Instead, all you've managed to do is coast along and show just exactly why not every former World Champion is worth a shit. Seriously, Case; don't ya think ya developed an actual personality to go along with all those empty accolades ya managed to collect; maybe they'd mean somethin' if ya did. The ol' "I'm a mean bitch but I'm always the victim" shtick " is dryer than when Kylie Moore's cooter when Jason Ryan enters a room. For fuck's sake, everyone would rather listen about Amelia Hearts bein' a masochist or Jalen's satanic bullshit. At least THAT would be entertaining."
"Oof, how does it feel knownin' that ya lost a shot at MY Horrorcore strap to a couple of scrubs that I already beat?"
With a harsh chuckle emanating from her painted lips, the provocative powerhouse gave her head a slight shake before abruptly stopping; as if she had just heard something that nobody had.
"What's that? You're a clutch competitor and I haven't a clue what I'm talkin' 'bout?"
With an excessively loud snort, Jessie couldn't keep a thin smile from appearing upon her face.
"That's always been the problem with ya. You walk 'round from federation to federation as if ya were another braindead bloke that deluded themselves into thinkin' that they were God's gift to the wrestlin' world; as if your shit didn't stink. What good is claimin' to be clutch sheila and boastin' 'bout the past all the time when ya never been able to make anything out of it. Ya stroll in, win a strap, then effectively kill whatever sorry federation you're in simply cause ya can't draw a single fuckin' dime. Well, in your case, ya get booted cause of your shitty bipolar attitude settings bein' what they are; limited and boring as ALL fuck."
"I bet it really just pisses ya off whenever my name is mentioned."
"Unlike you, who can't say anything even when ya speak, I've proven that I'm aa cut above the rest in Revo One. In THREE MONTHS I have proven that I am the ONE sheila that ya don't fuck with! I singlehandedly put Tuesday Night Legacy on MY back and carried it to the number ONE show in THIS promotion; bar FUCKING none. There isn't a single person alive that can say that I didn't and that I haven't earned my spot in the main event. Not anyone from SIN. Not Damian Carter. Not a self-absorbed delusional drongo like YOU."
Keeping her stone-cold gaze of determined focus squarely upon the camera, Jessie pulled herself up to her feet; taking the Horrorcore Championship in hand.
"Casey Holiday, ya silly fuckin' sheila, I WANT you to bring the best that you can muster up in that sad state of neutrality that you're currently in. I WANT you to come into Tuesday Night Legacy thinkin' that you'll just run right through me. Cause, when I knock your ass out, you'll get one hell of a reality check. I'm gonna fight ya, Case. I'm gonna fight ya and I'm gonna show the entire world that there is always someone better than you on any given night. I'm going to BEAT you and I'm going to run through the rest of this Glory shindig to become the FIRST person in Revolution One history to hold both its Horrorcore Championship and one of its two World straps."
"Haters gonna hate, Case, but the Aussie Assault is sheer fuckin' LEETHALITY!"
Despite the cute and cuddly plush at her feet, Jessie proudly hoisted the Horrorcore Championship above her head and glared defiantly into the camera. WIth that stunningly vivid image of an undaunted warrior ready for their next challenge, the camera faded to black. Much like the previous episode of Tuesday Night Legacy, the main event was going to be one gnarly banger that nobody would soon forget!
Standing alone within the haunting confines of the empty arena, Jessie set the Horrorcore Championship back onto the top of the ring apron and let out a heavy sigh. It was becoming more and more difficult as the weeks wore on; competing at this relentless pace. With the exception of a select few people, there wasn't anyone within Revolution One that really understood how it felt to be half a world away from their family; their support. Even more so when this was the first major wrestling promotion. However, that did not mean that she change a single thing if given the opportunity.
This was her dream!
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Jessie closed her eyes in order to relax for a moment; then her phone rang. Stifling the sudden shock of being called at this time of day, the young woman hastily fetched her cellular phone from where she had stashed it behind the curtain that hung along the outside edge of the ring. Not bothering to see who was calling, Jessie swiped her finger across the little green icon; blood running cold at the voice on the other end.
"Heya little sis. How's it goin' over in America?"
Jackson "Jackie" Lee, her other brother, was a year older than her and had a particular habit of acting like an utter asshole at the best of times. When times got bad, he was sick fuck that hadn't an issue with trying to knock her the fuck out. Needless to say, She HATED him with nearly every fiber of her being. The next time they met she was going to break his damn jaw!
However, that didn't keep her from gritting her teeth and answering; reluctant as fuck.
"What is it, Jackie? I better things to do than shoot the shit with your sorry ass."
"Aaaaaw, c'mon sis; ya know we haven't talked in a long time an' Andy did say ya got a big ol' match coming up against that Holiday Sheila. Heard she was a real fuckin' hottie that'll knock your teeth outta your empty head."
"Only in your twisted fuckin' dream Jackie."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, cause I'm the one that's gonna knock her the fuck out."
"I'd like to see ya try ya fuckin' puss."
"How 'bout ya shut the fuck up an' watch the stream.....whenever ya decide to actually get internet in that shithole of an apartment."
"Speakin' of which, do ya think ya could loan me so-"
"Fuck off ya cheap fuckin' cunt."
Without a second thought or momentary hesitation, the enraged Australian ended the call and haphazardly threw the phone into the ring. As if being a complete dickhead wasn't enough, Jackie had a tendency to be incredibly cheap and would often mooch money from either her or Andy. Andy more so than she. In fact, she had become so fed up with that particular sibling that is was reasonable to say that he was one of the reasons why she had opted to sign with Revolution One over any other place that had offered her a contract in Australia.
She was sick of it!
Looking down, she plucked the kangaroo plush off of the floor and held it tightly to her chest. This was hers. The work that she had put in during her short time in Revolution One was hers and she wouldn't let anyone take that away from her. Whether it was coworker, family, or some random bloke that thought they were hot shit; she would fight to defend what was hers!
That was a promise.