Post by Jessie Lee on Jan 2, 2022 0:32:29 GMT -5
The camera fades in to reveal the young Australian brawler lounging upon a steel folding chair in the center of an empty ring; the empty seats of the Crypto Dot Com arena a sea of emptiness in the background. Clad in a pair of black sneakers, a pair of gray jeans that were torn up in various places along the legs, and an old band shirt that was unmistakably from Bring Me The Horizon; Jessie sat with her gaze focused on something beyond the camera.
"Guess it's official now, eh?"
"Twenty twenty-two has been rung in an' everyone has had their fill of drunken fun that comes with ringin' in the new year. Not me though, I got to spend the new year ringin' in the fact that some drastically unmotivated scab of a wrestler managed to worm her way to retainin' her MultiUniversal strap; so yeah, a grand fuckin' way to start a new year off with a tremendous flop."
"Can't say I'm surprised though, my year has been pretty shit at times."
With a heavy sigh, the young fighter closed her eye for a moment before opening them back up and directing her full attention to the camera; a resolute fire burning in her eyes.
"However, as shitty as things can be, it's how ya manage to pull yourself back up that's the important bit an' I ain't one to sulk 'bout somethin'. Nah. Jessie Lee is a sheila that takes the bad with the good an' continues powerin' through whatever is put in front of her."
"Hellish cage matches where the damn thing is electrified?"
"A bloody good time."
"Spooky cults that literally wanted blood an' looked to slit my throat on live tv?"
"Wasn't a problem.."
"Seemingly unbeatable world champions an' prodigies of the wrestlin' world?"
"I'm game to throw down some more, but they don't want none of this again."
"The fact is that I've been through some pretty rough shit since I stepped foot on the professional scene an' I've stood toe to toe with would make fuckin' mincemeat of most the roster of either Cruiserclash or Monday Night Clash. So can bet that I'm walkin' into that ring in Los Angeles with every intention of puttin' that fact on full display; an' ya can damn well bet that a pair of ankle bitin' drongos ain't goin' to stop me."
With an unshakable focus, Jessie leaned forward; wordlessly commanding the attention of all.
"Krystal Halestorm."
"Salem Croft."
"I understand full well that you're both lookin' to kick off the new year with one helluva bang just as much as I am, in fact, I fuckin' expect it. If ya didn't then your subpar Cruiserhavoc performances were nothin' but a precursor to both of ya bein' bigger flops than Casey Holiday or Derek Vayden; people that had their whole careers ahead of them but ended up bein' worth less than fresh dog shit on the bottom of your shoe. So I want the both of ya to bring the very best that ya can muster up, cause your gonna have to if ya even hope on survivin' our encounter on Monday Night. Otherwise, you're goin' to show the world just how much of a broken down ol' hag an' a penniless generic punk ya both really are after I leave ya both seein' stars an' broken jaws."
"So bring it."
"Bring it ALL."
"The snark."
"The terrible jokes an' halfcock thunderbolt puns that'll undoubtedly be so forced that it'll have every dead comedian cringin'."
"Bring it all, but be prepared to have every false bravado-ridden notion broken into a thousand tiny fuckin' pieces. Cause it ain't 'bout havin' tune-up matches anymore. Not by a longshot! I've got my contract inked an' I'm focused on becomin' the face of Cruiserclash by doin' what it is I do best."
"Entertainin' with PURE fuckin' LEEthality!"
"So get ready kiddos, 'cause the Aussie Assault's comin' to ruin your entire new year."
With the resolute fire still burning bright, Jessie returned to her lounging position; a self-satisfied smile upon her face.
"Now let's......"
"Fuckin'...."
"Go."
With that simple four-word phrase, the camera faded out to end the video. Game On!
