Post by Jessie Lee on Mar 24, 2024 0:31:20 GMT -5
'EEEEEEEEY YO!
Here we go!
March Madness is FINALLY here an' the finals is bein' decided between the duo the played hot fucking potato with the Television strap two years ago. So glad the YOUNG UP-AND-COMING talent is PROPERLY getting a moment to shine.
Fuckin' crotchety old cunts.
However, we all know the premium live event's main match is the so-called "Loser's Bracket" clusterfuck of an eight-man tag.
Why?
'Cause the Monday Night Mommy is goin' to be bringin' the STAMPEDE to the Calgary Stampede Saddledome like ONLY SHE CAN.
Now let's fuckin' go, yeah?.
Here we go!
March Madness is FINALLY here an' the finals is bein' decided between the duo the played hot fucking potato with the Television strap two years ago. So glad the YOUNG UP-AND-COMING talent is PROPERLY getting a moment to shine.
Fuckin' crotchety old cunts.
However, we all know the premium live event's main match is the so-called "Loser's Bracket" clusterfuck of an eight-man tag.
Why?
'Cause the Monday Night Mommy is goin' to be bringin' the STAMPEDE to the Calgary Stampede Saddledome like ONLY SHE CAN.
Now let's fuckin' go, yeah?.
The Television Championship was gone.
The second round match in the tournament had slipped through her fingers and as a result she hadn't been booked on the final show before March Madness.
She had nothing.
Nothing except for the eight-man tag dubbed the "Loser's Bracket"
"I'll fuckin' show 'em." Jessie hissed breathlessly as she stared at the reflection in the mirror wall as the thunderous echo of workout equipment rattled the late night emptiness of the LEEgendary gym. The fiery screaming of her muscles drowned out by the music blaring through the headphones she wore.
Eight people step into that ring on Sunday, but only four are leavin' with their heads held high.
You can bet your ass that I'm gonna be one of THOSE FOUR.
'Cause let's face it, which one of you four scum-suckers are going to stop me from shattering your jaws and leave ya each broken in the center of that Canadian ring, hm?
It ain't gonna be Karlie Nash; she's already made it pretty fuckin' clear that she ain't worth anybody's time an' would sooner not show up than suffer ANOTHER POINTLESS LOSS. Which, in a sad sort of way, is pretty much her entire existence in Action Wrestling. Oh, she may have a good verbal zinger from time to time and she IS a damn fine athletic cunt; ain't nobody disputin' that. However, she isn't the bish you wanna see on your team when you're standin' across the ring from the likes of The Final Boss or the Dommy Mommy. You'd rather have someone like DRAUGR by your side an' not someone who has surrendered before the fight begins; who thinks that THEY SHOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE.
'Sides, we all know you peaked freshman year of secondary school.
Jody Madrox, on the otherhand, you clearly haven't subscribed to Karlie's brand of defeatism. Oh no, you got your grubby paws on that Omega strap an' you've had a bit of a career revival an' I RESPECT THAT. Fuck, you even managed to get that Doc Holiday monkey off your back an' ya seem to be firin' on all cylinders. At least, right until this match was announced an' I scratched down as a name on the opposing team. Now once that bell rings all that hard work goes right out the fuckin' window an' go back to bein' that little bitch boy that kept getting his ass kicked whenever you so much GLANCED at the Television strap. 'Cause you're no longer on that OMEGA LEVEL shit you've grown accustomed to. Nah, when I square up it's fuckin' DOOMSDAY an' there isn't a God damn thing this NEW Jody Madrox can do to keep me from walking out of this eight-man clusterfuck with the win.
But I do hope you try, Chodie, 'cause I hankerin' to drive you headfirst into the canvas with a spine-shattering LEETHALITY; just like ol' times.
Speakin' of ol' times; are you sure you should be steppin' back into the ring with me given your recent health scare, MIGHTY DRAUGR? Are you REALLY sure ya wanna run the risk of having Pettis and Sparkles lose ANOTHER FAMILY MEMBER 'cause of their stupid stubbornness? You know FULL WELL that battling me in that ring, even at a hundred percent, is a bloody MONUMENTAL TASK on your BEST DAY. How're you goin' to COMPETE WITH ME in the state you're STILL IN?
YOU CAN'T.
You're just lookin' to go out on your shield an', unfortunately for your girls, I'm the BAD BITCH that'll put you out of your misery; I already did it once when I tore that TV strap from your claws.
Then there's you, Ves. an' what else can I say? I've taken YOUR BEST time after time an' I've left you broken an' wondering if you even have what it takes. I called your bullshit bluffs over an' over and we both already know that March Madness isn't going to be any different. You'll bring your best strikes and I'll eat them like a fuckin' CHAMPION before putting you down like the mange ridden bitch you are. I might not hold the Television strap, but I'm STILL the BADDEST BITCH an' that means I'm puntin' YOUR HEAD back into those nosebleeds.
You can bet your ass that I'm gonna be one of THOSE FOUR.
'Cause let's face it, which one of you four scum-suckers are going to stop me from shattering your jaws and leave ya each broken in the center of that Canadian ring, hm?
It ain't gonna be Karlie Nash; she's already made it pretty fuckin' clear that she ain't worth anybody's time an' would sooner not show up than suffer ANOTHER POINTLESS LOSS. Which, in a sad sort of way, is pretty much her entire existence in Action Wrestling. Oh, she may have a good verbal zinger from time to time and she IS a damn fine athletic cunt; ain't nobody disputin' that. However, she isn't the bish you wanna see on your team when you're standin' across the ring from the likes of The Final Boss or the Dommy Mommy. You'd rather have someone like DRAUGR by your side an' not someone who has surrendered before the fight begins; who thinks that THEY SHOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE.
'Sides, we all know you peaked freshman year of secondary school.
Jody Madrox, on the otherhand, you clearly haven't subscribed to Karlie's brand of defeatism. Oh no, you got your grubby paws on that Omega strap an' you've had a bit of a career revival an' I RESPECT THAT. Fuck, you even managed to get that Doc Holiday monkey off your back an' ya seem to be firin' on all cylinders. At least, right until this match was announced an' I scratched down as a name on the opposing team. Now once that bell rings all that hard work goes right out the fuckin' window an' go back to bein' that little bitch boy that kept getting his ass kicked whenever you so much GLANCED at the Television strap. 'Cause you're no longer on that OMEGA LEVEL shit you've grown accustomed to. Nah, when I square up it's fuckin' DOOMSDAY an' there isn't a God damn thing this NEW Jody Madrox can do to keep me from walking out of this eight-man clusterfuck with the win.
But I do hope you try, Chodie, 'cause I hankerin' to drive you headfirst into the canvas with a spine-shattering LEETHALITY; just like ol' times.
Speakin' of ol' times; are you sure you should be steppin' back into the ring with me given your recent health scare, MIGHTY DRAUGR? Are you REALLY sure ya wanna run the risk of having Pettis and Sparkles lose ANOTHER FAMILY MEMBER 'cause of their stupid stubbornness? You know FULL WELL that battling me in that ring, even at a hundred percent, is a bloody MONUMENTAL TASK on your BEST DAY. How're you goin' to COMPETE WITH ME in the state you're STILL IN?
YOU CAN'T.
You're just lookin' to go out on your shield an', unfortunately for your girls, I'm the BAD BITCH that'll put you out of your misery; I already did it once when I tore that TV strap from your claws.
Then there's you, Ves. an' what else can I say? I've taken YOUR BEST time after time an' I've left you broken an' wondering if you even have what it takes. I called your bullshit bluffs over an' over and we both already know that March Madness isn't going to be any different. You'll bring your best strikes and I'll eat them like a fuckin' CHAMPION before putting you down like the mange ridden bitch you are. I might not hold the Television strap, but I'm STILL the BADDEST BITCH an' that means I'm puntin' YOUR HEAD back into those nosebleeds.
'Can you though? You DID lose to that old bastard AFTER getting fucked by that loser that couldn't stick it out. How're ya plannin' to "SHOW 'EM"? Gonna get your ass KNOCKED OUT AGAIN?' cackled reflection as it matched her tempo and aggression.
"Fuck you." Jessie breathed; her determined stare becoming harsh.
'Like you're gettin' fucked by havin' Jensen an' Martin on your team?'
"SHUT. UP." she growled.
'Then what? What're ya gonna to do?'
"I'm goin' to fuckin' KILL 'EM." she replied loudly.
"I'm gonna kill 'em all."
Even if it cost her everything.
Whether you LIKE IT or NOT; this shit is MY GAME.
MY WORLD.
You step into that ring with me an' EVERYTHING you've known gets questioned. YOU KNOW that I'm goin' to rip your throats from your scrawny necks just like YOU KNOW that you can't stop; not when I'm FOCUSED.
An' guess what, boys an' girls, the Aussie Assault is fuckin' FOCUSED.
I may have lost the TELEVISION STRAP.
I may have lost my chance at the WORLD STRAP.
But JESSIE LEE is FAR from bein' done in Action Wrestling and I'm going to PROVE IT Sunday Night.
MY WORLD.
You step into that ring with me an' EVERYTHING you've known gets questioned. YOU KNOW that I'm goin' to rip your throats from your scrawny necks just like YOU KNOW that you can't stop; not when I'm FOCUSED.
An' guess what, boys an' girls, the Aussie Assault is fuckin' FOCUSED.
I may have lost the TELEVISION STRAP.
I may have lost my chance at the WORLD STRAP.
But JESSIE LEE is FAR from bein' done in Action Wrestling and I'm going to PROVE IT Sunday Night.