Post by Jessie Lee on Nov 26, 2023 21:28:29 GMT -5
Victory had been attained.
A counter challenged had been issued.
And now?
Now Jessie sat alone as she looked over the script that had been haphazardly written by some ignorant twat that didn't understand either professional wrestling nor the kind of person she was. So much so that she was seriously considering the notion that they had been hired not on merit or ability, but by just how cheap they were willing to work.
'Bloody fuckin' hell.' she thought to herself as she sat up straight and stretched her arms out to their full wing span; the short script dropping onto the empty couch cushion next to her. With a content sigh, Jessie leaned back into the couch just as the door to the dressing room opened. Without so much as a brief greeting, Craig marched in; a cup of coffee in each hand.
"We haven't had much time to talk with all the planning for Mister King's return match," he said handing her the hot cup of dirty bean water "but what you did to little worm on Monday was perfect."
"Yeah," Jessie responded absently as she took the cup "but Thaddie is comin' out of retirement 'cause I didn't get the job done well enough."
"Don't worry about that." he said with a snake-like grin "You just need to worry about Turmoil."
"About taking the Tv strap off the dude named after Skyrim zombies?"
"Yeah," he said with a small nod "take the championship from him and then-"
"Overshadow an' give the strap the PROPER TMFG stamp?" she inquired knowingly. "Don't worry. That's PRECISELY the goal. He wants to shit on me when he's barely done shit? Then he gets his fuckin' history ERASED. I don't have ANY fuckin' patience for backstabbers."
"Good." he murmured; smiling at the fire in her voice.
"VERY good."
"Trial by fire" gauntlet, huh?
Wrap it up with whatever gimmicky falsification all you want; it's still just a gauntlet match where the Action Wrestling Television strap has a very REAL possibility of changing hands. Although, if last Monday Night was ANY indication I'm guessing the boys at Devil's Gate consider this nothing short of a basic test. They NEED to make sure that their "Latest Product" can carry on properly when the last two ultimately failed and, by Gate's own admission, were discarded; undoubtedly sewn together Human Centipede fashion.
At least I presume that's if the Gatecrashers are still breathing.
'Cause Metzger ain't.
He's dead.
Just like how Austin, Junior and Jackson will be if they've entertained, even for a moment, the thought of walking out under their own power let alone with the Television strap. The Three Jobketeers might have considered themselves a threat in their own little universe of Omega or in the bathroom break spot on Monday Night Clash and the Premium Live Events, but the moment they step into MY world ~MY RING~ they're nothing more than bodies to be pummeled and discarded.
Go ahead.
Say they're more than just fodder for this match; tell me that they're not just runny shit put forth so that this match will last longer than fifteen fucking minutes. Try and convince me that the three of those men have more in the tank left to give and they're not tapped out waiting for me to end what's left of their pity contracts.
You wont.
'Cause you can't.
Just like you can't tell me that anyone SERIOUSLY believes that Jody Madrox or TJ Alexander are going to be the ones to walk away with the strap. For all the babyface bullshit they love spewing on repeat. Are they just as tough and athletic as any other top contender in Action Wrestling? Sure, but Chodey an' Tiny Jerk-off just don't have the ONE thing they need to make all those hollow words they cycle about a reality.
They don't have CONVICTION.
TRUE.
CONVICTION.
Sure. They can sit in front of a camera every week and tell you how tough they are; about how they're the bravest of the brave and how there isn't a single person on this roster that makes then feel a twinge of self doubt. However, that's all nothing more than vapid delusions they desperately scream out into the ether in hopes that one day it'll actually be a reality; hoping that all their narcissistic self-indulgent self-righteousness FINALLY gets them through that glass ceiling of mediocrity. Yet, much Jackson, Junior an' Austin, TJ and Jody destined to be nothing more than bodies; the sacrifices for the REAL championship challenge.
DRAUGR.
The newest dog in the Devil's Gate pound; test subject of a bunch of dropouts working at Arkham Asylum from WISH. You're the big bad rabid attack dog that they MADE you to be. You're a vile, monstrous, cold-blooded bastard PROGRAMMED and TRAINED by a bunch of spider fuckers that'll never have spine to step to the ring. They'll tell you the plan; take to cameras and declare to the world just how I'll fail. Yet, for all the work they'll put in to make sure you're ready for ME there's just one simple thing that gives me the edge in becoming the NEW World Television Champion.
Heart.
You've been washed an' made into nothing more than another mid monster made to be thrown away; winning and losing as meaningless as your life. Contrary to what Harper said last week, YOU don't have a STAKE in this match; no heart to be a REAL champion. Me? I'm a petty fuckin' BITCH that wants that strap so I BURY whatever legacy Doc made with it. I'm TAKING that strap from you cold dead hands just so I can stand in this ring EVERY WEEK a living fuckin' NIGHTMARE of a reminder for EVERY rat bastard that thinks I ain't the bloody cunt that RUNS this shit. I've had to deal with MORE[/i[ horseshit motherfuckers telling me that I don't belong here; that I'll NEVER amount to a fuckin' God damn thing than to anyone in Action Wrestling has had to put with.
Every stupid "analytical" take.
Every know-it-all cuck that THINKS they know who I am just 'cause of how I dress or how I speak.
I've DEALT with it ALL.
November thirtieth at TURMOIL; I am fulfilling the words that I spoke three weeks ago when I told the world that TURMOIL is the beginning; the REAL beginning for Jessie Lee in Action Wrestling. So when we FINALLY meet in that ring ~when you're PUNISHED for LOSING the Television strap~ just know that wasn't a war; that it was greatness.
That
I
AM
GREATNESS.
Wrap it up with whatever gimmicky falsification all you want; it's still just a gauntlet match where the Action Wrestling Television strap has a very REAL possibility of changing hands. Although, if last Monday Night was ANY indication I'm guessing the boys at Devil's Gate consider this nothing short of a basic test. They NEED to make sure that their "Latest Product" can carry on properly when the last two ultimately failed and, by Gate's own admission, were discarded; undoubtedly sewn together Human Centipede fashion.
At least I presume that's if the Gatecrashers are still breathing.
'Cause Metzger ain't.
He's dead.
Just like how Austin, Junior and Jackson will be if they've entertained, even for a moment, the thought of walking out under their own power let alone with the Television strap. The Three Jobketeers might have considered themselves a threat in their own little universe of Omega or in the bathroom break spot on Monday Night Clash and the Premium Live Events, but the moment they step into MY world ~MY RING~ they're nothing more than bodies to be pummeled and discarded.
Go ahead.
Say they're more than just fodder for this match; tell me that they're not just runny shit put forth so that this match will last longer than fifteen fucking minutes. Try and convince me that the three of those men have more in the tank left to give and they're not tapped out waiting for me to end what's left of their pity contracts.
You wont.
'Cause you can't.
Just like you can't tell me that anyone SERIOUSLY believes that Jody Madrox or TJ Alexander are going to be the ones to walk away with the strap. For all the babyface bullshit they love spewing on repeat. Are they just as tough and athletic as any other top contender in Action Wrestling? Sure, but Chodey an' Tiny Jerk-off just don't have the ONE thing they need to make all those hollow words they cycle about a reality.
They don't have CONVICTION.
TRUE.
CONVICTION.
Sure. They can sit in front of a camera every week and tell you how tough they are; about how they're the bravest of the brave and how there isn't a single person on this roster that makes then feel a twinge of self doubt. However, that's all nothing more than vapid delusions they desperately scream out into the ether in hopes that one day it'll actually be a reality; hoping that all their narcissistic self-indulgent self-righteousness FINALLY gets them through that glass ceiling of mediocrity. Yet, much Jackson, Junior an' Austin, TJ and Jody destined to be nothing more than bodies; the sacrifices for the REAL championship challenge.
DRAUGR.
The newest dog in the Devil's Gate pound; test subject of a bunch of dropouts working at Arkham Asylum from WISH. You're the big bad rabid attack dog that they MADE you to be. You're a vile, monstrous, cold-blooded bastard PROGRAMMED and TRAINED by a bunch of spider fuckers that'll never have spine to step to the ring. They'll tell you the plan; take to cameras and declare to the world just how I'll fail. Yet, for all the work they'll put in to make sure you're ready for ME there's just one simple thing that gives me the edge in becoming the NEW World Television Champion.
Heart.
You've been washed an' made into nothing more than another mid monster made to be thrown away; winning and losing as meaningless as your life. Contrary to what Harper said last week, YOU don't have a STAKE in this match; no heart to be a REAL champion. Me? I'm a petty fuckin' BITCH that wants that strap so I BURY whatever legacy Doc made with it. I'm TAKING that strap from you cold dead hands just so I can stand in this ring EVERY WEEK a living fuckin' NIGHTMARE of a reminder for EVERY rat bastard that thinks I ain't the bloody cunt that RUNS this shit. I've had to deal with MORE[/i[ horseshit motherfuckers telling me that I don't belong here; that I'll NEVER amount to a fuckin' God damn thing than to anyone in Action Wrestling has had to put with.
Every stupid "analytical" take.
Every know-it-all cuck that THINKS they know who I am just 'cause of how I dress or how I speak.
I've DEALT with it ALL.
November thirtieth at TURMOIL; I am fulfilling the words that I spoke three weeks ago when I told the world that TURMOIL is the beginning; the REAL beginning for Jessie Lee in Action Wrestling. So when we FINALLY meet in that ring ~when you're PUNISHED for LOSING the Television strap~ just know that wasn't a war; that it was greatness.
That
I
AM
GREATNESS.