Post by Jessie Lee on Dec 18, 2022 14:15:54 GMT -5
"Oi, do ya have to do this right now?"
"Yep."
"Why? I ain't even presentable an' nobody will give a shit anyway."
"So what's the problem? Don't tel me that my diabolical little sis is a wee bit afraid of what people think about her? Oh the horror!"
"Shut the fuck up, asshole! I don't give a damn about none of that!"
"Then I guess ya got no other option then to man up and unleash the Leethality."
"......"
"What?"
"That was fuckin' terrible."
"And? That's like, everything about your wrestlin' career."
"Fuck you."
"Yeah, yeah; time's a tickin'. Let's get this show on the road."
Although still very much wanting to rebuke her asshat of an older brother, the Leethal Bish of Action Wrestling could only sigh in exasperated resignation; for, as much as she hated to admit it, he was absolutely right. Closing her eyes and taking a moment to compose herself, the sweat soaked young woman fresh off her undoubtedly intense workout (what a sweaty muffin) took a deep breath before slowly exhaling before fixing the camera with one hell of a fiery look.
"OI!"
"Did ya rat bastards miss me or were ya hopin' to God that that narcissistic twat actually managed to do what her cuck of an idol failed to fuckin' do durin' the hardcore games?
"I wish she had. Then we wouldn't be here filming your sorry ass in some shitty fuckin' gym."
"Shut the fuck up, Jack. Seriously. Just shut up for five God damn minutes and let me fuckin' go. You were the one pesterin' me 'bout this to begin with, yeah?"
Yeah yeah, carry on oh queen of Leethality."
With a nasty look to the man behind the camera, the power pummeling Aussie recomposed herself and once again fixated her focus on the camera.
"Rude fuckknuckles aside; rumor has it that the bigwigs up in the office have decided the best way to celebrate the hundredth episode of CruiserClash is to drop a big ol' CruiserHavoc shindig right onto the lap of every wrestlin' fan world-fuckin'-wide and I gotta say that one hell of fuckin' banger of an idea. I mean, Mister Bunga is one hell of a weasel but even he has some good ideas every once in awhile."
"Right? Never thought the guy had two brain cells to rub together, but damn. Good for him."
"Shut it, Jack. Not everyone is nearly as brain dead as you are."
"Except for ninety percent of fuckwads walking in thinkin' they're the next big thing."
"Exactly."
"Not that there's anythin' wrong with that. This is competition and the whole point about having competitions is seeing who is the best; about can be called a champion."
"..............."
"What?"
"Do you wanna do this or can I continue?"
"........."
........."
"Fine. My bad. Carry on."
After shooting yet another pointed look in her brother's direction, Jessie once more recomposed herself for the third, and hopefully FINAL, time. However, the fiery over self-confidence that one might expect from her gave way to something far more sincere.
"Listen, my asshat of a brother is deadass right. Sportin' competitions are about winnin' gold and provin' your the best and, since a metric ton of gold is on the line, it makes sense that every blood suckin' leech would latch on to get a piece of glory and that's fine an' dandy. However, I ain't poppin' back into the cruiser division just for a chance at some gold; even if me gettin' some would be fuckin' mint; I'm lookin' to hit a hard reset on my time here in A-Dub. Last year, when I made my debut, it was all 'bout warming up for the SPLAT Multiversal strap. Now? Now it's about startin' fresh an' findin' out what my Leethality is here in Action Wrestling."
"God that's fuckin' cringe."
"........."
"What?"
"That's it."
Getting to her feet from the bench she had been sitting on, the blatantly annoyed younger sibling pushed past the camera she was being filled upon and the sounds of a scuffle could be heard as the camera faded to black.
"Ya wanna keep talkin', smart ass? Huh? Wanna keep interruptin'?"
"Help! I'm bein' oppressed!"
