Post by Jessie Lee on May 24, 2021 19:58:49 GMT -5
Running.....
Running until pushing past the point of exhaustion was no longer viable; the world around her was too bright to identify anything. Yet, the pain was all she felt. Pain within her heaving lungs. Pain that scorched her bare flesh from the unforgiving sun that hung high above in the clear blue sky. The pain of the countless grains of agonizingly hot desert sand piercing the sensitive soles of her bare feet.
Running.....escaping......
Then, just as she was about to take one more panicked step, a bone-chilling howl tore through the unforgiving terrain; causing her to trip and fall to the ground. Then, before she was able to scramble to her feet, they were on her. Scratching. Clawing. Tearing into the flesh and muscles that were her arms and legs. Frantic, she wildly lashed out with all the force that the leaking and exhausted limbs could muster. Even so, the pain borne of tooth and nail did not cease; not until she grabbed onto a nearby rock and rolled onto her back, swinging with all her might.
FIGHT!
THWACK!
FIGHT!
A sound very much akin to a gunshot echoed through the land as the solid connection was made to the head of her attacker. Yet it was to no avail as another took its place. In that instant, for the first time, she saw the twisted and gnarled face of a creature that seemed more like an amalgamation nightmare that had taken human form. With features undefinable by the words of man, the creature bore down upon her; screeching horribly as another solid blow connected.
FIGHT!
THWACK!
FIGHT!/i]
Feeling rather than seeing the claw-like appendages of the creature release her, she rolled onto her stomach and desperately began to crawl. However, a sudden sharpness tore through her shoulder before she was able to go far and she was flung onto her back once more; this time the creature went for her throat.
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
Violently coming awake, Jessie instantly sat up wild-eyed and drenched in a sweat colder than the devil's heart. With a hand absently placed upon her throat, the Australian native swung her legs over the side of the bed and cradled her head with her free hand. Anya Coyle, Cerise, and Daniel Dream.......the Left Hand; those spineless curs had once again stuck their collective noses in HER business as they had during the match against Khaos. Only this time they had stuck her like a pig and left her to bleed out in the middle of that ring. Leaving her helpless and attempting to break her......
They failed; people like THEY always failed.
removing the hand from her throat, Jessie looked straight ahead into the seemingly endless void of darkness that was her hotel room; a single phrase leaving her lips.
"They want a war, but they'll only get hell."
The camera fades in to reveal the imposing figure of the Revolution One Horrorcore Champion as she sat upon the edge of the apron of an empty ring; arms lazily entwined around the middle rope. Once more clad in the unmistakable sleek leather of her in-ring gear, it was as apparent as the deeply dissatisfied look on her face that the Aussie Assault was once more prepared to go to war. Even so, the strikingly white bandage wound around her throat was visible despite the obnoxiously large choker that covered it; that was the real story. The story of how the collective prowess of the Left Hand attacked and attempted to maim the very avatar that was Horrorcore.
Needless to say, they done goofed.
Nonetheless; with the Horrorcore Championship propped up at her side, and its elegant faceplate pointed towards the camera, the woman herself began to speak.
"Remember last week when I said that I was gettin' a sense of deja vu? Ya know, with this whole eight-man shindig for a shot at whatever strap they want; half of whom I already left cactus at DangerZone? Well, it's gettin' stronger/"
"A whole lot fuckin' stronger.".
"Cause, much like I was still lickin' my wounds from that brawl with Amelia Hearts, I'm headin' into this free-for-all with fresh wounds and a big ol' target painted on my back. Which is startin' to feel awfully comfortable for me, even though it logically shouldn't. Maybe it's been those desperate drongos hounding after Khaos or perhaps it's the fact that I have undeniably taken the ENTIRE Revo One world by storm, but it seems like everyone an' their mother seems to be gunnin' for my blood. Which is fine an' all, but they need to realize one thing an' make sure that they completely understand it."
Unwrapping her arms from around the middle rope, Jessie leaned forward; hellfire burning in her eyes.
"Ain't nobody stoppin' Jessie Lee."
"Not Damien Carter, not Casey Holiday, Not those two silly sheila's and their cuck puppet that is the Left hand, and sure as fuck not any of the seven drongos in this tourney. Now don't get it twisted, each of them are pretty good in their own right; whether it be strikin', hardcore, or just sheer wrestlin' each of them are not to be underestimated. However, none of them have what I have. They don't have that drive to pursue their dreams to the fullest. They don't have that tenacity needed to fight through the legions of hell when their backs are against the wall. Hell, they don't even have the desire to be the very fuckin' BEST here in Revo One an' they're thinkin' that they can play as a deadass spoiler to MY ambitions?"
"As fuckin' if."
"Ya see, as I already said before, half of these blokes I've already dusted at DangerZone an' I know full well that they're hungerin' for some payback; bein' outsmarted like that was pretty embarrassing after all. Jin and Sora of that Unstable stable made that pretty clear the moment that match card for the Sin following DangerZone was sent out. Callin' me a fake and a fraud while also whining 'bout how they're gonna make me pay for makin' them look the fool. Jason Ryan, the big ol' looney bloke, had an opportunity to earn a shot to challenge me for the Horrorcore strap in the future but completely blew it; which isn't surprisin'. Jalen? Well, that fella is still doin' the same half-baked devil shtick so there really isn't anything new."
Hopping down from the apron, Jessie lifted the Horrorcore Championship from the apron and slipped it onto her shoulder before looking back to the camera as if she heard something.
"Now on to th-wait what's that? Ya want me to elaborate an' do a bit of shreddin' of them drongos?"
With a half-hearted shrug and a wolfish smile, the young powerhouse of a fighter continued/.
"Well, I do aim to entertain...so here goes."
"Jalen Prince, ya delusional bloke, just how in the seven hells do you still have a contract here? I mean, Arcana carried you through the match against Ryan an' Holiday so ya decide to take her the hell out? I would say that's harsh, but that's kinda been your MO since you walked through those doors of Revo One. I Gotta say, mate, I'm still as unimpressed as I was goin' into DangerZone. Out of everyone is this shindig you are undoubtedly the weakest; mind, body, and soul. So expect to REALLY get your ass eliminated cause it really would be the devil's luck if ya somehow managed to come out on top against Weaver."
"Then there is this Jason Ryan bloke and this new Dreamkiller thing he's workin' with. Gotta admit, takin' to that poor bloke Trey was a pretty dick move. I mean, it's nothing out of the ordinary for desperate drongos like Jalen or yourself but at some point ya gotta admit that gets pretty old pretty quick. Then again what are we to expect from a bloke that has a tendency to change his wrestlin' persona faster than Clark Kent when he changes into Superman? You're an evil clown, a bloated biker, and out-dated an' overrated actor, an' now you're wantin' to be acknowledged for bein' a middle-aged man with a serious case of dad bob goin' through his mid-life crisis? Fine. I'll acknowledge ya. I'll acknowledge that I'm gonna whoop your indecisive ass again an' make ya realize that this shit doesn't work here in MY Revo One."
"Now, if we're continuin' this backward trend, we have my good ol' Jay-Ry trollin' buddy Jinl the Brooklyngun. Now I'mma be frank with ya, I'm glad ya managed to pull yourself up from what went down at DangerZone. The whole Co-champion thing ya were runnin' with on the internet had me pretty worried for a hot second. I mean, only a desperate drongo of Jalen's level would cling to somethin' like that in a vain attempt to leech in-ring relevance from me. However, this whole Tuesday Night Jin thing has flopped harder Saint Peters gettin' a second contract here in Revo One. Matter of fact, all you've done since DangerZone is beat some poor bloke with an identity crisis and climbed into the backpack of Sora and Aphrodite Nine; which is pretty freakin' sad for a guy claimin' to be the best thing since sliced bread. I mean really, grow a set of balls an' take Sin by the fuckin' throat like I've done with Legacy or sit the fuck down. Then again, what do I expect from drongo callin' himself a street fighter but absolutely fails at the fightin' bit? A challenge?"
"Good luck Hinny baby, I'm lookin' forward to the fight you've been claimin' to bring since DangerZone."
"Sora Weaver an' Aphrodite Nine, yeah I'm cheatin' on this one; sorry not sorry. The two of you are quite the peas in a pod aren't ya? Ya both need the thrill of pain to validate some part of you in such a way that nothin' else really can. However, much like ol' Hearts, the only validation you're seekin' is the kind that tells ya that every shitty thing in your life ya been through has been out of your control; that you couldn't do a thing to prevent it. Even now you guys are trumpeting excuses an' doin' silly stuff like makin' yourself out as some sort of emo superhero when all ya are is a carbon copy of the Left Hand with better branding."
"Just pipe down an' take the lumps ya know are headin' your way."
"As for the rest of ya, I can't really say much of anythin'.except that none of ya have any idea what the hell you're dealin' with should ya ever get into the ring with me. For real, do yourselves a favor an' stay the fuck outta my way during this tourney. Unlike everyone else, I have a bloody duchess to hunt down an' a new strap to add next to this here Horrorcore Championship. So step aside or find out what everyone in Revo One already knows; that steppin' into the ring with me is sheer fuckin' LEETHALITY!"
Proud and bold, the young Australian hoisted the Horrorcore Championship high above her head as she gave the camera a vivid flipping of the bird as a sign of defiance to all those that thought they could keep her from victory. After a few moments, she lowered the strap back down onto her shoulder.
"Seriously, Khaos incarnate couldn't stop me, nor could a bonafide wrestlin' prodigy. What chance do any of ya REALLY have?"
"......."
"Now if y'all will excuse me, I have another eight-man shindig to win and a bloody duchess to fuckin' behead."
With a sly smile and a mischievous wink, Jessie walked out of the shot. Leaving a lone Jessi-roo upon the ring apron as the camera faded to black. If the Revolutionists had come to learn anything it was that the Aussie Assault wasn't a woman to be broken easily if at all.
Let's
Fuckin'
GO!
They failed; people like THEY always failed.
removing the hand from her throat, Jessie looked straight ahead into the seemingly endless void of darkness that was her hotel room; a single phrase leaving her lips.
"They want a war, but they'll only get hell."
The camera fades in to reveal the imposing figure of the Revolution One Horrorcore Champion as she sat upon the edge of the apron of an empty ring; arms lazily entwined around the middle rope. Once more clad in the unmistakable sleek leather of her in-ring gear, it was as apparent as the deeply dissatisfied look on her face that the Aussie Assault was once more prepared to go to war. Even so, the strikingly white bandage wound around her throat was visible despite the obnoxiously large choker that covered it; that was the real story. The story of how the collective prowess of the Left Hand attacked and attempted to maim the very avatar that was Horrorcore.
Needless to say, they done goofed.
Nonetheless; with the Horrorcore Championship propped up at her side, and its elegant faceplate pointed towards the camera, the woman herself began to speak.
"Remember last week when I said that I was gettin' a sense of deja vu? Ya know, with this whole eight-man shindig for a shot at whatever strap they want; half of whom I already left cactus at DangerZone? Well, it's gettin' stronger/"
"A whole lot fuckin' stronger.".
"Cause, much like I was still lickin' my wounds from that brawl with Amelia Hearts, I'm headin' into this free-for-all with fresh wounds and a big ol' target painted on my back. Which is startin' to feel awfully comfortable for me, even though it logically shouldn't. Maybe it's been those desperate drongos hounding after Khaos or perhaps it's the fact that I have undeniably taken the ENTIRE Revo One world by storm, but it seems like everyone an' their mother seems to be gunnin' for my blood. Which is fine an' all, but they need to realize one thing an' make sure that they completely understand it."
Unwrapping her arms from around the middle rope, Jessie leaned forward; hellfire burning in her eyes.
"Ain't nobody stoppin' Jessie Lee."
"Not Damien Carter, not Casey Holiday, Not those two silly sheila's and their cuck puppet that is the Left hand, and sure as fuck not any of the seven drongos in this tourney. Now don't get it twisted, each of them are pretty good in their own right; whether it be strikin', hardcore, or just sheer wrestlin' each of them are not to be underestimated. However, none of them have what I have. They don't have that drive to pursue their dreams to the fullest. They don't have that tenacity needed to fight through the legions of hell when their backs are against the wall. Hell, they don't even have the desire to be the very fuckin' BEST here in Revo One an' they're thinkin' that they can play as a deadass spoiler to MY ambitions?"
"As fuckin' if."
"Ya see, as I already said before, half of these blokes I've already dusted at DangerZone an' I know full well that they're hungerin' for some payback; bein' outsmarted like that was pretty embarrassing after all. Jin and Sora of that Unstable stable made that pretty clear the moment that match card for the Sin following DangerZone was sent out. Callin' me a fake and a fraud while also whining 'bout how they're gonna make me pay for makin' them look the fool. Jason Ryan, the big ol' looney bloke, had an opportunity to earn a shot to challenge me for the Horrorcore strap in the future but completely blew it; which isn't surprisin'. Jalen? Well, that fella is still doin' the same half-baked devil shtick so there really isn't anything new."
Hopping down from the apron, Jessie lifted the Horrorcore Championship from the apron and slipped it onto her shoulder before looking back to the camera as if she heard something.
"Now on to th-wait what's that? Ya want me to elaborate an' do a bit of shreddin' of them drongos?"
With a half-hearted shrug and a wolfish smile, the young powerhouse of a fighter continued/.
"Well, I do aim to entertain...so here goes."
"Jalen Prince, ya delusional bloke, just how in the seven hells do you still have a contract here? I mean, Arcana carried you through the match against Ryan an' Holiday so ya decide to take her the hell out? I would say that's harsh, but that's kinda been your MO since you walked through those doors of Revo One. I Gotta say, mate, I'm still as unimpressed as I was goin' into DangerZone. Out of everyone is this shindig you are undoubtedly the weakest; mind, body, and soul. So expect to REALLY get your ass eliminated cause it really would be the devil's luck if ya somehow managed to come out on top against Weaver."
"Then there is this Jason Ryan bloke and this new Dreamkiller thing he's workin' with. Gotta admit, takin' to that poor bloke Trey was a pretty dick move. I mean, it's nothing out of the ordinary for desperate drongos like Jalen or yourself but at some point ya gotta admit that gets pretty old pretty quick. Then again what are we to expect from a bloke that has a tendency to change his wrestlin' persona faster than Clark Kent when he changes into Superman? You're an evil clown, a bloated biker, and out-dated an' overrated actor, an' now you're wantin' to be acknowledged for bein' a middle-aged man with a serious case of dad bob goin' through his mid-life crisis? Fine. I'll acknowledge ya. I'll acknowledge that I'm gonna whoop your indecisive ass again an' make ya realize that this shit doesn't work here in MY Revo One."
"Now, if we're continuin' this backward trend, we have my good ol' Jay-Ry trollin' buddy Jinl the Brooklyngun. Now I'mma be frank with ya, I'm glad ya managed to pull yourself up from what went down at DangerZone. The whole Co-champion thing ya were runnin' with on the internet had me pretty worried for a hot second. I mean, only a desperate drongo of Jalen's level would cling to somethin' like that in a vain attempt to leech in-ring relevance from me. However, this whole Tuesday Night Jin thing has flopped harder Saint Peters gettin' a second contract here in Revo One. Matter of fact, all you've done since DangerZone is beat some poor bloke with an identity crisis and climbed into the backpack of Sora and Aphrodite Nine; which is pretty freakin' sad for a guy claimin' to be the best thing since sliced bread. I mean really, grow a set of balls an' take Sin by the fuckin' throat like I've done with Legacy or sit the fuck down. Then again, what do I expect from drongo callin' himself a street fighter but absolutely fails at the fightin' bit? A challenge?"
"Good luck Hinny baby, I'm lookin' forward to the fight you've been claimin' to bring since DangerZone."
"Sora Weaver an' Aphrodite Nine, yeah I'm cheatin' on this one; sorry not sorry. The two of you are quite the peas in a pod aren't ya? Ya both need the thrill of pain to validate some part of you in such a way that nothin' else really can. However, much like ol' Hearts, the only validation you're seekin' is the kind that tells ya that every shitty thing in your life ya been through has been out of your control; that you couldn't do a thing to prevent it. Even now you guys are trumpeting excuses an' doin' silly stuff like makin' yourself out as some sort of emo superhero when all ya are is a carbon copy of the Left Hand with better branding."
"Just pipe down an' take the lumps ya know are headin' your way."
"As for the rest of ya, I can't really say much of anythin'.except that none of ya have any idea what the hell you're dealin' with should ya ever get into the ring with me. For real, do yourselves a favor an' stay the fuck outta my way during this tourney. Unlike everyone else, I have a bloody duchess to hunt down an' a new strap to add next to this here Horrorcore Championship. So step aside or find out what everyone in Revo One already knows; that steppin' into the ring with me is sheer fuckin' LEETHALITY!"
Proud and bold, the young Australian hoisted the Horrorcore Championship high above her head as she gave the camera a vivid flipping of the bird as a sign of defiance to all those that thought they could keep her from victory. After a few moments, she lowered the strap back down onto her shoulder.
"Seriously, Khaos incarnate couldn't stop me, nor could a bonafide wrestlin' prodigy. What chance do any of ya REALLY have?"
"......."
"Now if y'all will excuse me, I have another eight-man shindig to win and a bloody duchess to fuckin' behead."
With a sly smile and a mischievous wink, Jessie walked out of the shot. Leaving a lone Jessi-roo upon the ring apron as the camera faded to black. If the Revolutionists had come to learn anything it was that the Aussie Assault wasn't a woman to be broken easily if at all.
Let's
Fuckin'
GO!