Post by Jessie Lee on Dec 18, 2023 0:09:05 GMT -5
I know this is rare, but this is a piece I wrote for WSOW: Last Man Standing and it is further Character Development. Hopefully you enjoy it! - Claire/Jessie
Cancer.
A horrible and vile disease that eats away at the human body and will one day lead to an early grave if left untreated. Even then, there is no guarantee of successfully overcoming such an unrelenting force of nature even with one of the plethora of treatments available. Surgeries, radiation, and chemotherapy were all the standardized means of treating the disease and its myriad of distortions but there was no cure; no viable cure despite all the bloody technology in twenty twenty-three!
Money.
That is what it always came down to. Could you pay for pay for the hospital visit? The diagnosis? Treatment and possible travel? Hell, in the worst-case situation; could the family pay for the funeral?
It was DISGUSTING.
It was HORRIBLE.
Yet, there was nothing anyone could do about it unless they were stupidly wealthy or, at the very least, extremely lucky. Sadly, neither situation was able to be applied to the situation at hand. She had the gym and contracts with Action Wrestling and Limitless Wrestling, but that was never enough to satisfy the money-hungry millionaires and billionaires who always had their greasy little mitts in the cookie jars of the so-called "nonprofit" systems. Day by day - week by week - they slowly suckled upon the lucrative teat of life and death while they did naught more than laze around and freeload off the system designed for them to do just that.
It was HORRIBLE.
It was DISGUSTING.
However, there was nothing to be done about a system that wasn't meant to be fixed; meant to be for the use of all. The only things people could do were either despair over the shitty reality and accept things as they were or they could futilely rage at the system that had taken so many lives.
Jessie Lee.
The Aussie Assault.
The Horrorkore Hottie.
The Big Titty Goth Dommy Mommy.
The......This Is Awesome Women's Champion could only clasp her hands together with a white knuckle grip as she sat alone in her room as molten tears trickled down her face; despair-fueled rage coursing through her system. She HATED the disease that had taken her brother. HATED the flawed human-created system. HATED.......herself for not being able to do more so that her brother could have lived the life he more than deserved to live; free and happy. She wanted to scream and rage; cry and destroy the happy things around her; however, the futility of it all was not something so easily shaken nor broken. For now, the only way she could tend to the emotional torrent swirling within her fragile human body was to do what she had once loved; a love that had since had its heart torn asunder.
Compete.
Action Wrestling.
Last Man Standing.
Those were the only two things in which she could momentarily distract herself from the harsh reality where her oldest brother was no longer in her life. Defeating the oversized steroid-abusing lizard-cared fuck that was the Action Wrestling Television Champion and outperforming that manipulative two-faced elitist cunt were the things that would undoubtedly bring her the most joy; fleeting as it would be. Even so, that was for the future. The present was marred with despair, rage, and a deep piercing loneliness.
"Hey, Jess," a male voice said following a gentle knock upon the empty doorframe "Are ya hungry? I was about to order some pizza an' I......."
Falling silent mid-sentence, the man in the door frame could look at Jessie with a sadness equally as deep as her own. After all, she was his only living family member now; a thought still so very disturbing. With his own heart still twisted and threatening to shatter, he made his way over to her and took a spot next to her on the edge of the bed on which she sat. Sorrowful and unsure, he slowly wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Jess...." he whispered hoarsely as he held her. What should he say; what COULD he say? The little girl next to him had just lost the one person in her life that had supported her properly in life; that had been the only dependable person she could rely on. That reminder of reality was enough for him to wince at some metaphorical pain only he felt in his heart. He had been the antithesis of their brother. Always abusing her, verbally and physically, as if they had always been destined to hate each other forever. So much so, that she had nearly perished during one of his stupidly dangerous pranks; the never-healing scar on their relationship. Worst of all, that wasn't even the worst of it. Throughout his life, he had always been that one problem child that deserved every ounce of karmic misfortune; never learning and always hurting.
He didn't have the RIGHT to comfort his sister.
"Jess...." he began once more "C'mon, sis, let's go."
"Jack...." Jessie mumbled through her tears as she turned to her brother; burying her face into his shoulder and another round of bawling took control. Not sure what to do and unable to speak due to his sorrow choking him, Jackie Lee held his little sister fiercely as they both mourned their brother; a human ritual of tears and snot.
A GOOD CRY, SOME PIZZA, AND A FEW HOURS OF SLEEP LATER.......
The sibling troublemaking tandem sat in front of their deceased brother's car just outside of the Kayfabe Airlines terminal. When and how Jackie got his license she wasn't sure. A part of her was even afraid to ask. However, it wasn't like she was in much of a condition to ask such a frivolous question; the irrational fear of losing him was a lead weight in the back of her mind.
"Are ya sure about this, Jess?" Jackie asked from the driver's seat; his knuckles white from the grasp he had on the steering wheel. Both of them unable to look at the other for fear of breaking down once again, the remaining Lee siblings watched the frantic scuttling of people going to and fro; entering and leaving. "Ya could tell those chodes in Tailor Made to piss off an' stick around a few days. Clear your head, ya know?"
"I know, Jack," Jessie replied; the exhaustion in her voice evident "but I just can't drop shit. 'Sides I have to at least check on the gym before flying out to Monday Night Clash an' back out to the Last Man Standin' island."
"I still can't wrap my head around them havin' a legit island just for that goofy shit." he half-heartedly joked with a shake of his head.
"Yeah well, it is what it is. Just be glad ya get to watch me flail about like a goober." she replied with a weak smile as she absently rubbed an irritated eye. Having slept like utter shit aside, The young woman had another deep soulful cry in the wee hours of the early morning; effectively crying herself back to sleep.
With an awkward reluctant silence falling between the two of them, Jack nervously adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. Much like the day before, he hadn't any idea what to say or do. All he knew was that he didn't want his only remaining family member out on her own; oddly protective of him, wasn't it? However, he wasn't solely afraid of being alone or afraid for those who might be unlucky enough to cross his sister's path without someone to act as her handler. No, he was afraid of what might be running through her head. For better or worse, Jessie had always been an overly emotional individual and that often got her into trouble when he wasn't the one being a complete piece of shit to her. Andy, their deceased brother, hadn't told him until well into cleaning up his act, but Jessie had also dealt with demons of her own. Andy had never gone into detail and at a point, Jackie had simply quit asking; fearing he already knew the answer to how she had dealt with those demons.
With the sudden creaking of a car door piecing his thoughts, Jackie watched his sister climb out of the car; surprised that she hadn't said anything to warn him. In fact, not only hadn't she said anything but she continued not speaking as she retrieved her bags from the back seat. At a complete loss, he watched Jessie slam the door closed before giving him a single weak wave and heading off into the throng of bustling people.
Losing her to the flawed human-crafted system.
"See ya....." he choked out quietly to himself.
ONE DAZED PLANE FLIGHT AND A COUPLE STOPS LATER........
Jessie sat alone in the empty LeeGendary Gym; the gym that she and Jackie ran; with only a few of the security lights illuminating the equipment-filled workout room. Despite their unique personal style, the general layout of the room was like any other gym one might go to. Rows of equipment were placed neatly in rows as a series of large mirrors ran along one of the walls. It was here she sat on one of the pieces of gym equipment and stared into one of the mirrors; a whole lot of alcohol flowed through her system. She wasn't entirely sure when she had started, but by this point, the young woman was fairly sure that the sun had still been up and she had lost track of time.
"Look at ya, ya stupid drunk cunt," she slurred aloud as she waived the partially empty bottom in the direction of her reflection. "Yer fuckin' shitfaced an' actin' like a whiny bitch when ya should be gettin' set for A-shoon Wrasslin'! How can ya be SOOOOOO-OH irresponsible, eh? Weren't ya supposed to be the BAD BISH an' not the WASTED, STUPID, USELESS BISH? C'MON NOW! Sitcom would be proud of ya!"
Laughing darkly to herself as she leaned back, Jessie put the lip of the half-empty bottle to her lips and guzzled down the rest of its contents. However, in her drunken stupor, she fell back instead and slammed the back of her head onto the machine; alcohol spilling everywhere as she dropped the bottle in surprise.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" she screeched in a mixture of pain and surprise as she simultaneously rubbed the back of her head and futilely slapped the machine as if to teach in a lesson. With her head throbbing, she reached down to grab the bottle off of the flow; angrily muttering about having to clean the spill later.
'Serves ya right, ya dumb cow!' a voice cackled; thundering in her booze-filled brain.
Suddenly feeling a tad sober, Jessie shot up straight and looked around the room for the source of the voice.
'The fuck ya lookin' for, dumbass? Another round to drown in? Ya MIGHT find it if ya look hard enough!' the voice boomed in a mocking tone.
"OI! Look 'ere! This is MY place an' I wanna be left alone! So get da fuck out 'fore I fuckin' THRASH yer face!" Jessie shouted into the lonely abyss.
'Sure, Jan. Good luck wit' that stupid shit!'
"Where are ya, ya shithead!" Jessie snarled as she shot to her feet; wild-eyed and drunk. Swaying a bit, she stumbled between the rows of gym machines in search of the voice.
'With a pathetic piece of shot like you for a sister no wonder Andy let himself wither the fuck away!'
Pushed beyond her limits with that cruel emotional jab, Jessie screamed as loudly and as gutturally as she physically could and hurled the bottle to where she thought she heard the voice. With a thunderous crash, the bottle slammed into one of the mirrors that lined the wall and shattered; cracking the mirror on impact. With breathing as labored as if she had just run a decathlon, Jessie glowered at her reflection in the spider web-cracked mirror; something didn't feel right.
'I'd say it's 'bout time but we both know ya ain't the sharpest tool in the shed, are ya? The look on your face is priceless!' her reflection cackled as each distorted piece in the cracked mirror seemed to have taken on a life of its own.
Hold up.
Her reflection was moving when she wasn't? Jessie understood that she was completely sloshed, but she wasn't this bad. This was the sort of stuff that happened to people who got beyond the blackout-drunk stage!
'Maybe you've become so disillusioned ya started seein' illusions? That or ya just hit your dome really ~REALLY~ hard. Either way, this is a fuckin' riot! Now that I'm here maybe ya can FINALLY have a friend!'
"Shut up, ya stupid mirror!" Jessie snarled before brutally slamming a fist into the broken mirror; furthering the fractures upon its surface.
'D'aaaaaaaaaaaw, is the little bitch-baby not a fan of bein' reminded of just how MUCH of a loser she is? Widdle bitch-baby is SOOOOOOOOOOO-OH sensitive! Maybe she needs a therapist like that Chase Jackson jackoff? Maybe he's hearing shit an' havin' full-blown conversations too! Maybe ya could make it a double date!'
"SHUT UP! SHUT SHUT UP!" Jessie screamed repeatedly as she continued to slam her fists into the mirror; causing the spider web cracking to spread further and further.
''That's right! Keep bein' a dumb bitch and punch that mirror like the mindless cunt that ya're! Punch! Punch! Punch! Goes the big dumb bitch that doesn't understand she ain't worth the shit people spit on! Punch! Punch Punch!''
With the mocking cackling rocking her to her very core, Jessie let loose one more savage scream before slamming her fists and forehead into the reflective surface with all over her might; mirror shards raining down as she shattered the stupid fucking know-it-all mirror. Slowly sliding to her knees, Jessie no longer had the strength left to fight.
"I know all that." she murmured breathlessly "So just shut the fuck up....."
With a static fizzle blizzard and pop one might see in videos imitating old transitions on 90's VHS tapes, the camera came to life to reveal the This is Awesome Women's Champion sitting behind an island with a sleek shiny wooden countertop. Wearing a big old dark gray long-sleeved hoodie, the Aussie wore no makeup and sported bandages on both her forehead and parts of her hands the were visible.
""Ey yo!"
"As ya can see, it's me Jessie Lee talking at ya straight from her countertop at home! I'm sorry for lookin' like utter shit, but the last few days have been.....rough; REALLY rough. So rough that it really got me thinkin' about something, ya know? Like, things that I've really needed to just sit back and sort through...."
Falling silent, Jessie looked down at the countertop a tad jittery. Was the Dommy Mommy nervous?
"That said...."
Looking back up, Jessie offered the camera a weak smile.
"I just kinda needed to ramble an' clear my head. Though, I'm guessin' that ya didn't tune it to hear this kinda crap so how 'bout I twist things up a tad."
"Right so, Acton Wrestling's Holiday Bash is right around the corner an' ya can be your ass that me and that loose lizard-brained bastard are gonna tear down the Madison Square Garden for that Television strap! It'll be a right BLOODY time, that one! So tune in an' watch me become TV champ.......as I CONTINUE bein' the This Is Awesome Women's Champ!"
With a chuckle, Jessie fidgeted with the bandages on her hands.
"What about Last Man Standing, ya ask?"
"Well, I ain't sure what kinda goofy obstacle course or contest Sauceboss has cooked up but we all know that I'm gonna steal the stupid little so-called reality show like I ALWAYS do when I'm on-screen. The only difference is that this is rumored the big finale an' ya can be your ass that the HorrorKore Hottie wants that prize!"
"So Selena Frost watch out! I'mma make all that schemin' mean somethin' when I ONCE AGAIN beat your ass in a This Is Awesome related production!"
"So until then, keep me in all your thoughts an' prayers. 'Cause I'm gonna need 'em!"
With another fizzle and pop the camera cut to black. However, on the other end of that now dead feed Jessie let slip the empty smile she had been wearing as a mask. Saying she needed to clear her head had been the understatement of the year and she really did need those good old American Conservative THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS. The loss of her brother and what had happened the night before had been more than a little....stressful.
"No sense worrying about it." she sighed to herself as she pushed herself away from the island counter and hopped off of the stool. Sliding the hoodie above her head and tossing it onto the couch as she walked into the living room, she really couldn't bring herself to listen to her own words. Last night had been too vivid to consider a hallucination and she was POSITIVE that her booze hadn't been spiked with something. Therefore, what had caused last night's incident? The combination of booze and possibly concussing herself?
"Couldn't be...." she muttered answering herself as she made her way to the bedroom to change clothes. Given the weird crap that happened, Jessie had thought it best to leave clean-up duty until the morning lest she ended up cutting herself any further. So, the young woman got herself fitted up in a pair of fresh old clothes and headed downstairs to the gym portion of the building.
No time like the present to piece things back together!
However, lurking in every reflective surface Jessie passed was the waking nightmare that had last night a bloody booze-fueled hell. Watching with a twisted and smug smile, the mirror creature watched and lurked; learning every twitch and fidget of the woman it had tormented. Who it planned to continue tormenting until the shiny toy broke and self-destructed gloriously grisly fashion.