Post by Jessie Lee on Oct 23, 2022 13:34:29 GMT -5
"Well, if this ain't just the shits."
"I go from finally knockin' off that flippity-flop motherfuckerin' cuck that WAS Teijin to ol' Mister Digger given me a spot in the second rendition of hellish hardcore games! I don't know about y'all, b ut that is one hell of twist when I wanted to do was beat the ever lovin' hell outta Bobbie Tiny Peen an' Masuda. Now, instead of just beatin' the snot outta a pair of knuckleheads, I'm hard-lined in for one helluva Halloween Clash against the likes of Singh, Downfall, an' that maniacal fuck that basically DEFINES the division at this point; never rest in peace Z Mac."
"So yeah, fuck me running!"
"If that wasn't a diabolical bombshell an' a half, it turns out that I'm clashin' heads against THE tyrannical titan himself in this so called Bubble(?) match that's supposed to help determine whatever remainin' few that might get an opportunity to dance with the rest of the narcissistic twats that undoubtedly make up the primary list of guaranteed spots and knowing them, about as much as the rest of the fans, is basically a career death sentence for the average cunts that we all see dancin' across the television screens week in an' week out."
"Except Jessie Lee ain't no basic bitch!"
"I hope...."
"Before I can even think about joinin' in on that chaos, however, there is that thing about the bubble match that I talked about earlier and everyone with two halves of a braincell to fub together knows that it'll be one hell of a mountain to climb let alone survive. Corey Black, even though he just hauled his ol' wrinkly ass BACK, ain't someone that ANY person could ever call a hasbeen or a slouch; even jokin'ly. Plus, even if he has drastically dropped off of most radars recently, Holden Ross ain't a bastard that anyone should be disregardin' either. He might be just shy of bein' a registered pedo, but there is a valid fuckin' reason why the psycho fuck is willin' to run himself ragged by jumpin' from promotion to promotion."
"He's a bonafide badass."
"They both are."
"However, and I can't stress this enough, that doesn't mean SHIT to me."
"C'mon, Jackie, ya can't be THAT outta shape. We barely finished warmin' up for fuck's sake!"
"Stuff it, Jess. This shit ain't easy an' you damn well know it."
"Well, I guess that just means ya shouldn't have become such a profound failure in life. Now get your ass in gear cause, after this wee bit of a break, I'm gonna work your fuckin' ass of like never before. Got it?"
With an exaggerated groan that would make even the most melodramatic child smile, the sweat drenched older brother of Jessie covered his sleek and glistening face with the sleeve of the blue Gi that he wore; utterly exhausted from the workout that had ended moments ago. Meanwhile, the abrasive youngest Lee stood over the lifeless lump of flesh of an older brother with he hands on her hips like a mother reprimanding an unruly child; a mother sporting' an equally sweaty white Gi.
"Tell me again, just why do I have to go through this fuckin' hell?"
"Because, numb nuts, I need an actual trainin' partner an' Andy thought that gettin' ya outta the country might be good for ya. I don't see why, you've already been a waist of time and a perpetual thorn in my fuckin' side."
"Fuck you, ya salty cunt."
"Fuck you too, ya filthy fuckwad."
With an exasperated sigh, Jackie pushed himself up into a sitting position before giving his sister nasty look.
"I hope to fuckin' God that you get that brainless of yours knocked the fuck off by that Black bastard and Ross tears out whatever ya got for guts."
"Right, an' just shut the gym down why don't ya, ya arrogant douche!"
"Listen, Jess, that's not What I-"
"Oh just shut your fuckin' gob an' listen for a bloody change yeah? The only fuckin' reason why I'm willingly dealin' with your shit is that somebody in the fuckin' family has to be a God damn adult an' earn a bloody fuckin' living! Andy might be runnin' the gym, but you damn sure already know that membership fees ain't just gonna pay the bills when we got the rats dependin' on us to give em a safe space from their folks. Jackie, I have a responsibility; WE got a responsibility; to uphold an' you can bet your ass that I'm gonna make ya do this whether ya want to or not. Black an' Ross are fixin' to tear me to shreds, no thanks to your efforts, but that doesn't mean I'm willin' to give up on the fight; I ain't lettin' them kids down!"
With a look of disbelief on his face, Jackie looked up at his younger sister in awe at the fiery passion she always seemed to be possessed by. It was honestly something that made him jealous and he hated her at times because of it. Even so, he dragged himself up to his feet His protests defeated as he readied himself for the hellish physical torture that he was undoubtedly going to endure from his pigheaded little sister.
"Were we gonna do some throws or what?"
"Fuckin' right we are."
"I don't see why. You don't even use Judo when ya wres-ACK!"
Without being cordial enough to let him finish speaking, Jessie grabbed her brother's Gi; by the front and sleeve, and flipped him to the ground with a thunderous thud that echoed throughout the empty gym in which they were practicing.
"Let's fuckin' go, Jack, time''s a wastin'!"
"Now don't get it twisted, I ain't talkin' shit outta pure disrespect or givin' out verbal blowjobs cause I'm scared; I'm too damn stubborn to do that. I just wanted to lay the groundwork for just how monumental this all is for me an' just how mindbogglin' it is for me to be EVEN considered for this kinda thing. Since poppin' up in CruiserHavoc last year, my anle-biter of a career has taken so many twists an' turns that my highest of highest moments thus far are blended together with the failures that it almost feels like the gnarliest of dreams; yes, I fuckin' said "gnarliest" so sue me."
"I mentioned that this was big for me, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Back to brass tacks; I may be gettin' all cow-eyed over this, but don't be makin' the mistake of thinkin' that I ain't focused on what I need to do in that ring Monday night. Black an' Ross my be certified fuck-knuckles of what it means to subject yourself to glorious hell here in Action Wrestlin', but the one thing they don't have at this point is the fiery Goddamn passion that someone like me has. I'm sittin' here with possibly the biggest opportunity that I could have ever dreamt of a year ago, an' those two are sittin' there with their dicks in hand thinkin' that it's just another Monday for 'em."
"Good on them."
"Now fuck right off with that shit!"
"While I've been grindin' my ass off every week an' gettin' as good as I got, not so boldie Holdie has taken a backseat and has essentially coasted through most of his time here. Sure his matches against that one dude were fun to watch, but if we're bein' honest they really weren't worth puttin' pen to paper about. If anything, they felt drawn out as if neither of 'em felt the confidence needed to actually step out on their own after Angelo kicked 'em to the curb. Which might not be sayin' much until ya take into account that Corey's fiasco with Bozo the nihilist clown was more worth it to kick back an' watch; which, if ya really think about it, is like Singh gettin' punked out by Bobbie Tiny Peen."
"Never a good look not matter how ya slice it."
"Shame, really."
"So, how does any of that relate to Monday night an' how it relates to me, ya ask?"
"EVERYTHING."
"Everything that those two assholes of anarchy have built up over the years have been cracked an' there just isn't any way to repair the kind of damage their overconfident hubris has caused; everyone is a king or queen until they realize they're sittin' pretty in castles made of glass. So, if case none of ya have been able to pick up on what I'm on about, it means that some overly loud cunt like myself can manage to pull out one hell of an upset from the jaws of certified victory that those two meatheads are thinkin' they have. Once get into that ring, all bets are off an' I'm swingin' like there isn't a day after tomorrow!"
"I'm bringin' more of a fight then they're ever goin' to expect."
"I'm bringin' the fight an' I'm damn sure that gettin' a spot in that Turmoil tourney ain't goin' to remain outta my reach. I doesn't matter just how far above everyone thinks themselves to be over me. I'm going to EARN my moment of victory, even if it costs me every ounce of blood or every bloody limb."
"Bein' a Bastard doesn't mean shit."
"Bein' Deathproof doesn't mean you're immune to death."
"Bein' in the ring with Jessie Lee means that, one way or another, there's gonna be some Lee-fuckin'-thality on Monday Night."
"Now, let's fuckin' GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"I go from finally knockin' off that flippity-flop motherfuckerin' cuck that WAS Teijin to ol' Mister Digger given me a spot in the second rendition of hellish hardcore games! I don't know about y'all, b ut that is one hell of twist when I wanted to do was beat the ever lovin' hell outta Bobbie Tiny Peen an' Masuda. Now, instead of just beatin' the snot outta a pair of knuckleheads, I'm hard-lined in for one helluva Halloween Clash against the likes of Singh, Downfall, an' that maniacal fuck that basically DEFINES the division at this point; never rest in peace Z Mac."
"So yeah, fuck me running!"
"If that wasn't a diabolical bombshell an' a half, it turns out that I'm clashin' heads against THE tyrannical titan himself in this so called Bubble(?) match that's supposed to help determine whatever remainin' few that might get an opportunity to dance with the rest of the narcissistic twats that undoubtedly make up the primary list of guaranteed spots and knowing them, about as much as the rest of the fans, is basically a career death sentence for the average cunts that we all see dancin' across the television screens week in an' week out."
"Except Jessie Lee ain't no basic bitch!"
"I hope...."
"Before I can even think about joinin' in on that chaos, however, there is that thing about the bubble match that I talked about earlier and everyone with two halves of a braincell to fub together knows that it'll be one hell of a mountain to climb let alone survive. Corey Black, even though he just hauled his ol' wrinkly ass BACK, ain't someone that ANY person could ever call a hasbeen or a slouch; even jokin'ly. Plus, even if he has drastically dropped off of most radars recently, Holden Ross ain't a bastard that anyone should be disregardin' either. He might be just shy of bein' a registered pedo, but there is a valid fuckin' reason why the psycho fuck is willin' to run himself ragged by jumpin' from promotion to promotion."
"He's a bonafide badass."
"They both are."
"However, and I can't stress this enough, that doesn't mean SHIT to me."
"C'mon, Jackie, ya can't be THAT outta shape. We barely finished warmin' up for fuck's sake!"
"Stuff it, Jess. This shit ain't easy an' you damn well know it."
"Well, I guess that just means ya shouldn't have become such a profound failure in life. Now get your ass in gear cause, after this wee bit of a break, I'm gonna work your fuckin' ass of like never before. Got it?"
With an exaggerated groan that would make even the most melodramatic child smile, the sweat drenched older brother of Jessie covered his sleek and glistening face with the sleeve of the blue Gi that he wore; utterly exhausted from the workout that had ended moments ago. Meanwhile, the abrasive youngest Lee stood over the lifeless lump of flesh of an older brother with he hands on her hips like a mother reprimanding an unruly child; a mother sporting' an equally sweaty white Gi.
"Tell me again, just why do I have to go through this fuckin' hell?"
"Because, numb nuts, I need an actual trainin' partner an' Andy thought that gettin' ya outta the country might be good for ya. I don't see why, you've already been a waist of time and a perpetual thorn in my fuckin' side."
"Fuck you, ya salty cunt."
"Fuck you too, ya filthy fuckwad."
With an exasperated sigh, Jackie pushed himself up into a sitting position before giving his sister nasty look.
"I hope to fuckin' God that you get that brainless of yours knocked the fuck off by that Black bastard and Ross tears out whatever ya got for guts."
"Right, an' just shut the gym down why don't ya, ya arrogant douche!"
"Listen, Jess, that's not What I-"
"Oh just shut your fuckin' gob an' listen for a bloody change yeah? The only fuckin' reason why I'm willingly dealin' with your shit is that somebody in the fuckin' family has to be a God damn adult an' earn a bloody fuckin' living! Andy might be runnin' the gym, but you damn sure already know that membership fees ain't just gonna pay the bills when we got the rats dependin' on us to give em a safe space from their folks. Jackie, I have a responsibility; WE got a responsibility; to uphold an' you can bet your ass that I'm gonna make ya do this whether ya want to or not. Black an' Ross are fixin' to tear me to shreds, no thanks to your efforts, but that doesn't mean I'm willin' to give up on the fight; I ain't lettin' them kids down!"
With a look of disbelief on his face, Jackie looked up at his younger sister in awe at the fiery passion she always seemed to be possessed by. It was honestly something that made him jealous and he hated her at times because of it. Even so, he dragged himself up to his feet His protests defeated as he readied himself for the hellish physical torture that he was undoubtedly going to endure from his pigheaded little sister.
"Were we gonna do some throws or what?"
"Fuckin' right we are."
"I don't see why. You don't even use Judo when ya wres-ACK!"
Without being cordial enough to let him finish speaking, Jessie grabbed her brother's Gi; by the front and sleeve, and flipped him to the ground with a thunderous thud that echoed throughout the empty gym in which they were practicing.
"Let's fuckin' go, Jack, time''s a wastin'!"
"Now don't get it twisted, I ain't talkin' shit outta pure disrespect or givin' out verbal blowjobs cause I'm scared; I'm too damn stubborn to do that. I just wanted to lay the groundwork for just how monumental this all is for me an' just how mindbogglin' it is for me to be EVEN considered for this kinda thing. Since poppin' up in CruiserHavoc last year, my anle-biter of a career has taken so many twists an' turns that my highest of highest moments thus far are blended together with the failures that it almost feels like the gnarliest of dreams; yes, I fuckin' said "gnarliest" so sue me."
"I mentioned that this was big for me, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Back to brass tacks; I may be gettin' all cow-eyed over this, but don't be makin' the mistake of thinkin' that I ain't focused on what I need to do in that ring Monday night. Black an' Ross my be certified fuck-knuckles of what it means to subject yourself to glorious hell here in Action Wrestlin', but the one thing they don't have at this point is the fiery Goddamn passion that someone like me has. I'm sittin' here with possibly the biggest opportunity that I could have ever dreamt of a year ago, an' those two are sittin' there with their dicks in hand thinkin' that it's just another Monday for 'em."
"Good on them."
"Now fuck right off with that shit!"
"While I've been grindin' my ass off every week an' gettin' as good as I got, not so boldie Holdie has taken a backseat and has essentially coasted through most of his time here. Sure his matches against that one dude were fun to watch, but if we're bein' honest they really weren't worth puttin' pen to paper about. If anything, they felt drawn out as if neither of 'em felt the confidence needed to actually step out on their own after Angelo kicked 'em to the curb. Which might not be sayin' much until ya take into account that Corey's fiasco with Bozo the nihilist clown was more worth it to kick back an' watch; which, if ya really think about it, is like Singh gettin' punked out by Bobbie Tiny Peen."
"Never a good look not matter how ya slice it."
"Shame, really."
"So, how does any of that relate to Monday night an' how it relates to me, ya ask?"
"EVERYTHING."
"Everything that those two assholes of anarchy have built up over the years have been cracked an' there just isn't any way to repair the kind of damage their overconfident hubris has caused; everyone is a king or queen until they realize they're sittin' pretty in castles made of glass. So, if case none of ya have been able to pick up on what I'm on about, it means that some overly loud cunt like myself can manage to pull out one hell of an upset from the jaws of certified victory that those two meatheads are thinkin' they have. Once get into that ring, all bets are off an' I'm swingin' like there isn't a day after tomorrow!"
"I'm bringin' more of a fight then they're ever goin' to expect."
"I'm bringin' the fight an' I'm damn sure that gettin' a spot in that Turmoil tourney ain't goin' to remain outta my reach. I doesn't matter just how far above everyone thinks themselves to be over me. I'm going to EARN my moment of victory, even if it costs me every ounce of blood or every bloody limb."
"Bein' a Bastard doesn't mean shit."
"Bein' Deathproof doesn't mean you're immune to death."
"Bein' in the ring with Jessie Lee means that, one way or another, there's gonna be some Lee-fuckin'-thality on Monday Night."
"Now, let's fuckin' GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
