Post by Jessie Lee on Dec 16, 2023 0:29:37 GMT -5
The World Television Championship.
The ACTION WRESTLING Television Championship.
THAT'S what this match at Holiday Bash is SUPPOSED to be about. The champion and challenger waging an unparalleled war against one another in a brutally savage contest that'll leave no room in anyone's mind just who runs this shit.
It's SUPPOSED to be that.....
But it won't be.
Oh, I'm sure limp-dicked porker holdin' the other end of your leash has been beating his chest to whatever media is willing to listen to is incessant drivel; telling them whatever generically simple bullshit that he believes will draw eyes to an otherwise hollow hollow championship reign nobody cares for. The scions of Devil's Gate want Holiday Bash to be what Turmoil wasn't.
Their grand statement.
However, the statement they're so desperately seeking to make will be flipped on its head and the world will know that Devil's Gate isn't something worth investment nor are they to be feared.
They're just NOTHING.
But YOU don't care, DRAUGR. The silly self-centered games they play don't interest you nor, despite their....disciplinary measures, do you find yourself concerning yourself with what THEY want. You? You just want to prove to the world that YOU are the strongest there is; that you're the fuckin' JUGGERNAUT that all should fear. For you, the Action Wrestlin' Television ain't nothin' more than a means to do just that. You, with your lizard brain, are just holding onto that prolific strap for no other reason than what it was intended. A new CHALLENGER to your throne every week; a new SACRIFICE to demonstrate your STRENGTH.
Shame it isn't going to go that way, isn't it?
See, Draugr, when we stood in that ring for the first time at Turmoil ~when I looked into your eyes~ I understood more things about both of us than I ever wanted to. As the world saw, we're both two very aggressive; very BRUTAL individuals. We get hit and we hit back harder. However, what you consider strength ~your BE-ALL END-ALL~ is nothing more than a relentless physicality you NEED to do. You NEED to show how strong you are; to let the people around you know that you will not be domineered like the other disposable puppets that Devil's Gate has discarded like trash.
But that isn't STRENGTH, Lizard-lips.
It's a shield.
Craigasaurus
Mister King has agreed to your proposal following the first MNC of 2024. Make sure it's good or else.
"Oh, it'll be grand." Jessie mumbled to herself with a satisfied smile as she reread the text for what seemed like the hundredth time. For the first time in a long time, it felt like things were starting to turn in her favor, and the confirmation of King's willingness to hear her out despite what happened with that bastard Holiday was proof of that. Now, all she needed to do was speak with the person she intended to involve and things should go swimmingly; not expecting to be turned down.
Now all she had to do was knock off that Lizard-brain cuckold and everything would be perfect!
"Yeah, it'll be fuckin' grand." she repeated in an attempt to will success into existence. However, that was quickly interrupted by the sudden call that violently caused her phone to shake. Frown as she saw the name on the caller's I.D.
"The fuck is it now, Jack?" she said in annoyance "I got shit I gotta do an' a lizard to make extinct. So bugger off till after, yeah?"
"Jess?" Jack replied with a mixture of nervousness and urgency "It's Andy. He's-"
"Doing right as rain, right?" she said abruptly cutting him off as a bad feeling started to grow in the pit of her stomach over his tone.
"Jess, he...." Jack stammered as his voice became horse "He ain't right as rain."
A shield from all the things that make people......people; their emotions.
You don't feel fear or anxiety of being under perpetual pressure placed upon you by people with unrealistic expectations; of failing at something when you were never really given a chance at succeding. The physical pain can be used as momentary fuel in the heat of the fight, but the emotional pain fuels the unparalleled greatness of those who are ambitious enough to keep moving forward no matter the cost; to fall and get back up undeterred.
THAT, Draugr, is what STRENGTH is; it's what I AM.
For three YEARS, I've had to shoulder those burdens EVERY day of EVERY week of EVERY month. Constantly reminded of my failures and told that I'll NEVER MAKE IT in Action Wrestling; that EVERYTHING I've accomplished or COULD accomplish means NOTHING; that the CHARACTER of my person is one dimensional and flat simply because I don't have that one marketable crutch that every troglodyte neckbeard living in some dungeon basement can get behind without having to form a coherent fuckin' thought.
I get BLASTED with that EVERY week.
And EVERY week I get back up with an unbreakable will to prove them WRONG.
This Monday Night at Holiday Bash I am going to do so again and this time.......I'm walking out as THE Television Champion. 'Cause whether you want to face reality or not, Draugr, I am the STRONGER out of the two of us. I'm that one with the indomitable will to SUCCED when people tell me I CAN'T. I'M the one that is going to shove that strap down the throat of every motherfucker that told me I COULDN'T and I'm going to be the CHAMPION they could only DREAM of being!
An' it all starts when I BEAT you at Holiday Bash.
So bring YOUR strength, DRAUGR.
You don't feel fear or anxiety of being under perpetual pressure placed upon you by people with unrealistic expectations; of failing at something when you were never really given a chance at succeding. The physical pain can be used as momentary fuel in the heat of the fight, but the emotional pain fuels the unparalleled greatness of those who are ambitious enough to keep moving forward no matter the cost; to fall and get back up undeterred.
THAT, Draugr, is what STRENGTH is; it's what I AM.
For three YEARS, I've had to shoulder those burdens EVERY day of EVERY week of EVERY month. Constantly reminded of my failures and told that I'll NEVER MAKE IT in Action Wrestling; that EVERYTHING I've accomplished or COULD accomplish means NOTHING; that the CHARACTER of my person is one dimensional and flat simply because I don't have that one marketable crutch that every troglodyte neckbeard living in some dungeon basement can get behind without having to form a coherent fuckin' thought.
I get BLASTED with that EVERY week.
And EVERY week I get back up with an unbreakable will to prove them WRONG.
This Monday Night at Holiday Bash I am going to do so again and this time.......I'm walking out as THE Television Champion. 'Cause whether you want to face reality or not, Draugr, I am the STRONGER out of the two of us. I'm that one with the indomitable will to SUCCED when people tell me I CAN'T. I'M the one that is going to shove that strap down the throat of every motherfucker that told me I COULDN'T and I'm going to be the CHAMPION they could only DREAM of being!
An' it all starts when I BEAT you at Holiday Bash.
So bring YOUR strength, DRAUGR.
Several flights and an eternity later, Jessie found herself standing dumbfounded in the doorway of her oldest brother's hospital room. He had been defacto head of the family for as long as she could remember it seemed impossible to her that the extremely thin and frail man lying in the bed before could be the same man that had been her rock for her entire life. It......it just wasn't possible. At a complete loss and in a daze, Jessie reluctantly made her way across the room and sat in the chair that sat on one side of the bed; Jackie sitting in one on the other side.
"C'mon Andy, this ain't funny...." she pleaded hoarsely to her bedridden brother as she tentatively held his hand in both of hers.
Zero response.
"Just open your eyes an' we'll get ya outta here. You'd like that, right? To be free of all this?" she continued desperately; choking back the tears.
Nothing.
"Andy.....PLEASE......" Jessie pleaded one last time before the emotional damn burst' tears cascaded down her cheeks.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. Not HIM. He was the stalwart rock that kept her from drowning in the sea; the one thing that allowed her to keep her head above the water when the world threatened to drown her with its bullshit. And now he was gone; a harsh reality as cold as his hand.
Unable to speak, Jessie held her brother's cold hand to her cheek.
His cancer won.
And I’ll bring MINE.