Post by Jessie Lee on Jun 11, 2023 13:11:24 GMT -5
The scene opens up to that of an oddly scenic view over looking the turbulent swirling ocean below; odd since Monday Night Clash was set for the world famous Madison Square Garden. Even so, despite the obvious questionable location, the things that seemed the most out of place was the far away contemplative look upon everyone's favorite perennial championship contender and the oddly fancy snazzy black two peic suit she wore. Now, for the careful observer of all things Big Titty Goth Dommy Mommy the suit thing wasn't nearly something as out of place as compared to the look she wore; the suits had been making a comeback in the United States Championship division after all. Normally, young Miss Lee would already be yelling some repetitions verbal diarrhea and pop off with some random zingers. Instead, the powerful pugilist stared out over the ocean with her hands in her pants pockets as a slight breeze swept by to catch the unbuttoned blazer she wore; some seriously cheesy movie trope!
Oh but it wasn't done there.
Cue audible internalized monologue!
"Ever feel like you've been somewhere or seen the same thing so many times that it's lost it's luster? Like, an overplayed rerun of unremarkable episode of a Television show that nobody ever cared for let alone remember?"
"That's this match."
"That's Dionsyphillis and JonnyTooDense."
"For as good as they liken themselves to be the irrefutable fact is that theirs schticks just haven't changed and they've become beyond stale; which makes perfect sense why I was added to the Untied States strap match Evolution. To keep the crowd from killing themselves in sheer bored. Cause between them and the so-called "paragon" the collective interest they have is about as much as powdered milk. They don't have that rizz nor can they get in front of a camera, on on a mic, an' just straight cook. It's just the same mundane generic rearranging of obtuse pleasantries and lackadaisical garbbellygook that'll barely sate whatever censors they're afraid offending."
"Is that hilarious coming from me and my penchant from recapping?"
"I would hope fucking so."
"It's kinda the point."
"These two goobers are SUPPOSED to be the veterans, the ring GENERALS that are supposed to take charge and draw the bloody money! Instead they're just nostalgia acts that just haven't quite accepted that they are just that. Dion had his grandest run with The Vanguard to now running back with the tried and rue professional wrestling Tv trope of the spooky cult that doesn't already infect ninety percent of the industry on a seemingly perpetual basis; the Arcadia build up was kinda culty, sorry not sorry. Who knows, maybe going back into follower mentality of the Brotherhood might make him into that flash in the pan pseudo mega star again and he'll become Action Wrestling's greatest United States Champion if me manages to survive Maddie Square."
"Concussions are a bitch and we all know I'm the one that hasn't an issue to permanently ending careers."
"Downfall and Deamon keep tabs."
Temporarily shifting her gaze to the camera, Jessie gave a cheeky little wink before returning her exceedingly punchable face to that of the deep thinker with a habit of gazing fondly out over some vast distance. Was this some truly cheeky poking, prodding, and grasping at low hanging fruit or was it simply nothing more than loosely threaded together chaos?
The world may never know.
"Now on the other side of the of the rizzless coin, much like I already alluded to before, Jonny is just doing the same song and dance that's been coasting him through her time here in Action Wrestling. I'd be lying if I said he hasn't been successful with it; Trios champ and his name in the record books for the United States strap mean something. However, if the last two months have shown anyone anything then it has to be the sheer reality of him simply not being "The Guy.", if ya know what I mean. At most he's only been "A Guy" before "The Guy" steps up and rightfully clowns him back into oblivion where he then once again begins his long and exceedingly droll redemption story back to championship gold before hitting the hard reset and going with the rinse, lather, rinse routine that he so loves to hand his career hat on."
"Go a long way in explaining way I had to be that variable of interest for the strap while the Jill Parks Gothy punk fangirl that was Aliie Gemini was still around; not that anyone could really tell. Didn't do much other than run those final days of her sadly lackluster reign."
"Wow I've gotten off topic, even for me."
With a shake of her head, the Aussie Assault got back to it!
"As far as Doc goes.....well, I could get my hands on you at Havoc for.........reasons but that doesn't mean I forgotten nor forgiven you about when you screwed me out of the Television strap. As far as I'm concerned, you and Dionsyphillis both are getting careers cut short Monday Night when I go on a bloody Leethatity spree!"
"Jonny too if he doesn't follow in the foots steps of his predecessors and run like a bitch."
"Buuuuuut.....he's generic babyface number four so.......it'll be three dead lads lined up in the middle of the ring regardless if my partners can keep up or not."
"So, in closing, all that's left is-"
Before that toddly audible thought could finish, the tell tale notes of a ring cellphone could be heard; which was promptly answered by out suited out breaker of wills and careers herself.
""Ello?"
.........
"Yep, We're just finishing up this little piece that'll set the stage for Evo."
..........
"Yeah, but could ya let me finish before we talk business?"
........
"Yeah? Yeah. Cool. Buh-bye now."
Slipping the phone back into her pants pocket, Jessie rolled her eyes with a cheeky grin grin.
"Directors are so demanding, but it's hard bein' tailor made."
Oh but it wasn't done there.
Cue audible internalized monologue!
"Ever feel like you've been somewhere or seen the same thing so many times that it's lost it's luster? Like, an overplayed rerun of unremarkable episode of a Television show that nobody ever cared for let alone remember?"
"That's this match."
"That's Dionsyphillis and JonnyTooDense."
"For as good as they liken themselves to be the irrefutable fact is that theirs schticks just haven't changed and they've become beyond stale; which makes perfect sense why I was added to the Untied States strap match Evolution. To keep the crowd from killing themselves in sheer bored. Cause between them and the so-called "paragon" the collective interest they have is about as much as powdered milk. They don't have that rizz nor can they get in front of a camera, on on a mic, an' just straight cook. It's just the same mundane generic rearranging of obtuse pleasantries and lackadaisical garbbellygook that'll barely sate whatever censors they're afraid offending."
"Is that hilarious coming from me and my penchant from recapping?"
"I would hope fucking so."
"It's kinda the point."
"These two goobers are SUPPOSED to be the veterans, the ring GENERALS that are supposed to take charge and draw the bloody money! Instead they're just nostalgia acts that just haven't quite accepted that they are just that. Dion had his grandest run with The Vanguard to now running back with the tried and rue professional wrestling Tv trope of the spooky cult that doesn't already infect ninety percent of the industry on a seemingly perpetual basis; the Arcadia build up was kinda culty, sorry not sorry. Who knows, maybe going back into follower mentality of the Brotherhood might make him into that flash in the pan pseudo mega star again and he'll become Action Wrestling's greatest United States Champion if me manages to survive Maddie Square."
"Concussions are a bitch and we all know I'm the one that hasn't an issue to permanently ending careers."
"Downfall and Deamon keep tabs."
Temporarily shifting her gaze to the camera, Jessie gave a cheeky little wink before returning her exceedingly punchable face to that of the deep thinker with a habit of gazing fondly out over some vast distance. Was this some truly cheeky poking, prodding, and grasping at low hanging fruit or was it simply nothing more than loosely threaded together chaos?
The world may never know.
"Now on the other side of the of the rizzless coin, much like I already alluded to before, Jonny is just doing the same song and dance that's been coasting him through her time here in Action Wrestling. I'd be lying if I said he hasn't been successful with it; Trios champ and his name in the record books for the United States strap mean something. However, if the last two months have shown anyone anything then it has to be the sheer reality of him simply not being "The Guy.", if ya know what I mean. At most he's only been "A Guy" before "The Guy" steps up and rightfully clowns him back into oblivion where he then once again begins his long and exceedingly droll redemption story back to championship gold before hitting the hard reset and going with the rinse, lather, rinse routine that he so loves to hand his career hat on."
"Go a long way in explaining way I had to be that variable of interest for the strap while the Jill Parks Gothy punk fangirl that was Aliie Gemini was still around; not that anyone could really tell. Didn't do much other than run those final days of her sadly lackluster reign."
"Wow I've gotten off topic, even for me."
With a shake of her head, the Aussie Assault got back to it!
"As far as Doc goes.....well, I could get my hands on you at Havoc for.........reasons but that doesn't mean I forgotten nor forgiven you about when you screwed me out of the Television strap. As far as I'm concerned, you and Dionsyphillis both are getting careers cut short Monday Night when I go on a bloody Leethatity spree!"
"Jonny too if he doesn't follow in the foots steps of his predecessors and run like a bitch."
"Buuuuuut.....he's generic babyface number four so.......it'll be three dead lads lined up in the middle of the ring regardless if my partners can keep up or not."
"So, in closing, all that's left is-"
Before that toddly audible thought could finish, the tell tale notes of a ring cellphone could be heard; which was promptly answered by out suited out breaker of wills and careers herself.
""Ello?"
.........
"Yep, We're just finishing up this little piece that'll set the stage for Evo."
..........
"Yeah, but could ya let me finish before we talk business?"
........
"Yeah? Yeah. Cool. Buh-bye now."
Slipping the phone back into her pants pocket, Jessie rolled her eyes with a cheeky grin grin.
"Directors are so demanding, but it's hard bein' tailor made."