Post by Jessie Lee on Feb 24, 2024 22:45:19 GMT -5
PAYBACK.
THAT'S what this is SUPPOSED to be about. PAYBACK for Driller after I BEAT HIM when he brought EVERYTHING he had; embarrassing him after he said all that good shit 'bout who was WORTHY to be Television strap. PAYBACK for Addy for having to WITNESS a championship reign that's been BETTER than the one she two years ago in a FRACTION of the time. PAYBACK for me for.....
Scratch that.
Sunday night isn't about PAYBACK.
It's about VALIDATION.
VALIDATION for EVERY word an' EVERY passion-filled sweat stain I've left on that canvas.
VALIDATION for bein' THE World Television Champion.
"You sure about this, Jess? We're going to have to fly back as soon as possible to make it for Payback." Micheal said nervously as he gave his Bad Bitch girlfriend's hand a gentle squeeze.
"Wish I was." she replied weakly as she returned Micheal's squeeze.
Standing a few yards before them was the (relatively) recent grave of Andrew Lee; the guiding light that had been snuffed too soon.
"C'mon, Jess," Jackie said from her other side; a hand on her shoulder "This'll be good. For BOTH of us."
"I..." she said reluctantly as a torrent of emotions began to well up from inside "I do-"
"Jess," Jackie said firmly "let's go."
Being dragged along rather than following, Jessie was led to the one confrontation that she feared the most.
Fall number one.
Driller Jaworski.
I know it sounds cocky as shit, but the reality is that ~LESS THAN A WEEK AGO~ I BEAT you. I took every vile move ya thought of to put me down an' I KEPT getting back up; KEPT moving forward through every diabolical assault you mounted. So BELIEVE ME when I say this; the look I saw in your eyes in that final exchange WASN'T filled with UNCERTAINTY. It WASN'T filled with the unbroken will to prevail.
It was FEAR.
FEAR that no matter how hard you continued to try that it wouldn't be ENOUGH to beat me; that you didn't have what it was going to take to END ME.
An' YOU DIDN'T.
But I DID.
I ENDED YOU an' this Sunday night at the Greensboro Coliseum I am going to do it AGAIN. I'm going to pick up where we left off last week an' I'm going to make you feel the venomous bite of FAILURE over an' OVER as I pummel your face into that canvas before the MILLIONS watching; making your failure at Evolution look fuckin' AMETEUR. I'm going to BEAT you so badly that the RUMOR of you quittin' like a bitch ~AGAIN~ is gonna be MORE than just a RUMOR.
Fuck it.
I'm gonna KILL YOU, Drillbit.
I'm going to KILL YOU, BEAT YOU, an' show your MOTHER what how the CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP SHOULD'VE BEEN CARRIED. Then, after I've made her cry over her SHAME for havin' BIRTHED you, I'm goin' to do what DRAUGR an' Devil's Gate could've only DREAMED 'bout doing.
I'm goin' to MERGE that Cruiserweight strap with the Television strap an' make the WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP into MORE than empty words designed to seem prestigious; an empty dream dreamt by desperate men.
I'm making into REALITY.
Driller Jaworski.
I know it sounds cocky as shit, but the reality is that ~LESS THAN A WEEK AGO~ I BEAT you. I took every vile move ya thought of to put me down an' I KEPT getting back up; KEPT moving forward through every diabolical assault you mounted. So BELIEVE ME when I say this; the look I saw in your eyes in that final exchange WASN'T filled with UNCERTAINTY. It WASN'T filled with the unbroken will to prevail.
It was FEAR.
FEAR that no matter how hard you continued to try that it wouldn't be ENOUGH to beat me; that you didn't have what it was going to take to END ME.
An' YOU DIDN'T.
But I DID.
I ENDED YOU an' this Sunday night at the Greensboro Coliseum I am going to do it AGAIN. I'm going to pick up where we left off last week an' I'm going to make you feel the venomous bite of FAILURE over an' OVER as I pummel your face into that canvas before the MILLIONS watching; making your failure at Evolution look fuckin' AMETEUR. I'm going to BEAT you so badly that the RUMOR of you quittin' like a bitch ~AGAIN~ is gonna be MORE than just a RUMOR.
Fuck it.
I'm gonna KILL YOU, Drillbit.
I'm going to KILL YOU, BEAT YOU, an' show your MOTHER what how the CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP SHOULD'VE BEEN CARRIED. Then, after I've made her cry over her SHAME for havin' BIRTHED you, I'm goin' to do what DRAUGR an' Devil's Gate could've only DREAMED 'bout doing.
I'm goin' to MERGE that Cruiserweight strap with the Television strap an' make the WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP into MORE than empty words designed to seem prestigious; an empty dream dreamt by desperate men.
I'm making into REALITY.
With the sound of her heart pounding in her ears, the short walk to the gravesite felt like an eternity and a half. She shouldn't be here. She needed to get back and make sure things were alright with the gym. Hell, wasn't there some public function Craig had her scheduled for?
"Jess," Micheal whispered quietly in her ear with another squeeze to a hand suddenly clammy "it's gonna be okay."
Nervously licking her suddenly dry lips, Jessie let go of Micheal's hand and stood before the headstone that jet out of the ground like the morbid grey monument it was; Jackie following silently behind.
"H-hey, Andy," she began weakly "I know it's been awhile, but I''ve finally got the time to....."
Falling silent, Jessie fell to her knees and desperately wrapped her arms around the headstone; a young girl sobbing as hard.
"I-I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for not gettin' the money like I said I would. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so fuckin' sorry!"
Fall number two.
Adelaide Ainsworth.
One hundred an' Seventy-six days.
That's how long ya held this Television strap. But do ya know what's an even more IMPRESSIVE number?
Three hundred an' Sixty-five.
That's the amount of time ya were out on "vacation" after your World Championship dreams ~an' ribs~ CRUSHED by Gerad Angelo at Battlefield. Ya know, AFTER you SURRENDERED this Television strap only to be ELIMINATED second by Spencer Adams in that Elimination Chamber.
You're as much a SPINELESS CUNT as Drillbit was after he got his clock cleaned at Evolution. Instead of stickin' around an' CHASIN' the World strap, you packed your bags an' pissed off down to Mexico so you could get RAILED while RIDIN' THE RAILS? Motherfucker, while you off lickin' your wounds I was HERE fuckin' WORKIN' my ass off. "Bad Bitch" wasn't a title I got after beatin' Ves, I fuckin' EARNED THAT SHIT by bein' the BITCH TO WATCH for the last YEAR. I haven't made the TELEVISION STRAP the BACKBONE of this company by beatin' desire less twats like Elle Austin over an' OVER again.
I didn't become the DOMMY MOMMY by fuckin' quittin'
I did it by BEATING the MONSTERS I brought out in people; by taking the BEST they had an' CRUSHING IT. I did it by getting the shit kicked out of me ~by getting ~BACK UP~ an' MOVING FORWARD. I did by bein' the STAR you NEVER COULD an' this Sunday night you're going to find out firsthand that the woman you BEAT two years ago for the Bad Bitch Crown ain't the same silly cunt.
You're goin' to find out she's BETTER THAN YOU.
'Cause while you WERE a GREAT the reality is that I'm PHENOMENAL.
At bein' TELEVISION CHAMPION.
At wagin' WAR.
At BEATING YOU.
Adelaide Ainsworth.
One hundred an' Seventy-six days.
That's how long ya held this Television strap. But do ya know what's an even more IMPRESSIVE number?
Three hundred an' Sixty-five.
That's the amount of time ya were out on "vacation" after your World Championship dreams ~an' ribs~ CRUSHED by Gerad Angelo at Battlefield. Ya know, AFTER you SURRENDERED this Television strap only to be ELIMINATED second by Spencer Adams in that Elimination Chamber.
You're as much a SPINELESS CUNT as Drillbit was after he got his clock cleaned at Evolution. Instead of stickin' around an' CHASIN' the World strap, you packed your bags an' pissed off down to Mexico so you could get RAILED while RIDIN' THE RAILS? Motherfucker, while you off lickin' your wounds I was HERE fuckin' WORKIN' my ass off. "Bad Bitch" wasn't a title I got after beatin' Ves, I fuckin' EARNED THAT SHIT by bein' the BITCH TO WATCH for the last YEAR. I haven't made the TELEVISION STRAP the BACKBONE of this company by beatin' desire less twats like Elle Austin over an' OVER again.
I didn't become the DOMMY MOMMY by fuckin' quittin'
I did it by BEATING the MONSTERS I brought out in people; by taking the BEST they had an' CRUSHING IT. I did it by getting the shit kicked out of me ~by getting ~BACK UP~ an' MOVING FORWARD. I did by bein' the STAR you NEVER COULD an' this Sunday night you're going to find out firsthand that the woman you BEAT two years ago for the Bad Bitch Crown ain't the same silly cunt.
You're goin' to find out she's BETTER THAN YOU.
'Cause while you WERE a GREAT the reality is that I'm PHENOMENAL.
At bein' TELEVISION CHAMPION.
At wagin' WAR.
At BEATING YOU.