Post by Jessie Lee on Apr 14, 2024 11:24:33 GMT -5
Question time, ya troglodytes.
Ever make a fella feel SO INSECURE with a victory that he FINALLY caves and uses the GUARANTEED World strap match he's been sittin' on for nearly a year?
It's a weird feeling.
But hey, it's not like there's anythin' I can do about ~YET~ so it's best to focus on the task at hand. Which, as luck would have it, is the semi-final against his lackluster former partner whom we have all regretfully come to know as Jonny Cedrone.
Oh, LUCKY ME.
Ever make a fella feel SO INSECURE with a victory that he FINALLY caves and uses the GUARANTEED World strap match he's been sittin' on for nearly a year?
It's a weird feeling.
But hey, it's not like there's anythin' I can do about ~YET~ so it's best to focus on the task at hand. Which, as luck would have it, is the semi-final against his lackluster former partner whom we have all regretfully come to know as Jonny Cedrone.
Oh, LUCKY ME.
Lucky...
LUCKY HER.
Monday Night Clash had come and gone and Jessie found herself the victor of the first round of the Road to Havoc tournament; beating out Karlie Nash and the man who would become the NEW Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion later that night, Gerard Angelo. The advancement was amazing and, for the first time since PAYBACK, she felt like she was getting somewhere again. However, the victory had been bittersweet in the end and now she was set to square off against one of the many phantoms of Gerard's past; Jonny Cedrone. Even so, the upcoming bloodsport contest wasn't what weighed heavy on her mind like it should have; like she WANTED it to.
Instead.....
"You okay, Jess?" Micheal's voice questioned through the phone that the young woman held to her ear.
"As well as I can be." she replied with a sigh as she absently stirred her drink with the opposite hand. The weather was sunny and warm, but a shiver ran down her spine as she sat at one of the small cafe tables; waiting.
"You sure?" he continued with concern in his voice "'Cause you don't sound fine."
"I know." she said after a heavy sigh "I just don't wanna be here."
"Listen, you don't HAVE to be there. I know you're sick of hearing it, but you really don't have to listen to what they have to say. They ghosted you first. There's no need to bother with them if that's how things are gonna be." he said with dissatisfaction in his voice.
He was right; both he and Jackie were both right. She didn't have to associate with what remained of the TMFG partnership, but there had been a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach that she hadn't been able to shake after Craig had contacted her several weeks ago. She wasn't sure what it was, but she didn't like it.
"Yeah, yeah," she replied as her eyes scanned the area from behind the tinted lenses of her sunglasses; her tone nonchalant as her eyes tentatively lingered on a familiar person they drew near.
"Jess?"
"Sorry. Gotta go." she hissed before abruptly hanging up.
"Oh, was I interrupting?" the snake-like voice of Craig hissed as he sat down across from her; a sleazy smile on his face.
"Just get to the fuckin' point." she said harshly, not in the mood for his antics.
"Now now, Miss Lee," Craig chided "there's no need for hostilities. I merely wanted to meet so that we might....discuss a new set of terms for your contract."
"New terms?" she said tersely with a frown "What for? You made it pretty clear we were down when you an' your boss fucked off an' left me high an' dry." Leaning back, Jessie crossed her arms in disapproval. She wasn't sure what his game was, but it couldn't be good.
"Come now, you cannot fault us for that. Those were.....less than ideal circumstances that needed to be dealt with the utmost urgency."
Unmoved by his explanation, Jessie sat in silence; glaring at him from behind the safety of her sunnies. With a tension so palpable that only a moron would miss it, Craig reached down into the briefcase that he had brought with him and set a large manilla envelope on the glass top of the cafe table.
"Listen," he said as he leaned forward; tapping upon the envelope as he spoke "you don't have to take my words at face value. Just take this home and look it over. Then, if you're satisfied, give me a call on the new number that's listed."
With a smile that wasn't nearly as enticing as he thought it was, Craig pushed the envelope in her direction. Hesitantly, Jessie reached for the object he was offering; the devil a reflection on her sunglasses.
Amazin' isn't it?
How you went from the picturesque nineteen-fifties image of Americana softcore bullshit to droppin' that shit-colored veil to show that abusive alcoholic behavior that HAUNTED every woman an' child durin' that decade. Well, except for the fact that you're softer than liquid dog an' the little bit of edge ya showed last week was pretty fuckin' mid.
But I gotta say....
About fuckin' time.
It only took you three years an' a shit ton of severe head trauma to grow a pair of balls. Who knows, now maybe Gloria will quit runnin' 'round behind your back every time you stay at a hospital for longer than forty-eight hours now that you've FINALLY manned the fuck up a bit.
But that'd only be in a perfect world, wouldn't it Jonny?
Instead, here we are once again performin' the same song an' dance where we beat the livin' shit outta each other for the entertainment of the millions of people sick enough to watch Monday Night Clash on a weekly basis. An' THIS WEEK the place spoilin' for a couple pints of your pathetic blood happens to be the Tulsa, Oklahoma where nine thousand strong will get to watch the Monday Night Mommy ONCE AGAIN plaster your face all over the canvas in some grotesque modern art display.
The best part?
You'll ACTUALLY have people CHEERIN' for you instead of the cheesy-ass canned shit the production people gotta pipe in whenever you give your OH SO FAMOUS generically bland backstage interviews that your narcissistic ass can't go a week without doing. Well, they won't actually be cheering for YOU. Just the PEICES OF YOU that I throw out to 'em as I dismember you limb from limb. 'Cause, whether you ever ADMIT it or not, you're just NOT THE SUPER-OVER BABYFACE HERO YOU THINK YOU ARE. You can scream an' shout 'bout havin' all this desire to win; 'bout havin' all the DETERMINATION AND GRIT in the world; but the unavoidable fact of life is that, when compared to me, you're nothin' more than a bitter old cuckold that just can't accept that whatever he once had long since come an' gone; leaving you with nothing but dreams that are forever stuck in the vicious cycle of perpetually being broken.
But that's the shit that makes you JONNY CEDRONE.
Makes you a SURVIVOR.
Much like Karlie, you have that intangible quality that allows you to pick yourself up after every beating. No matter how severe the verbal barbs or how nightmarish the beating you ALWAYS pull yourself back up an' beg for more. That toughness? I RESPECT THAT LIKE I RESPECT THAT WICKED HOOK ya got. However, you're gonna have to sharpen this newfound edge you've been displayin' 'cause the shit you handed out to Niobe an' WIlds ain't goin' to be near ENOUGH to keep me from moving onto BLAST for the finals. You might regurgitate your standard "People's Champion" horseshit you've been high on a thousand times over, but there isn't shit you're going to be able to do when the Aussie Assault starts dialing in an' bringin' the BOOM(!).
'Cause this isn't just some throwaway opportunity for me like it is you. I can't just lick my wounds and "shift" my focus like some sort of psyche self-defense mechanism like you do every time YOU LOSE. Odin STOLE the ONE OPPORTUNITY I might EVER have to challenge for the Action Wrestling World Championship an' if fuckin' tears me up on the inside. An' THIS; THIS bullshit tournament for the final spot at Havoc? It might be the ONLY way I can redeem myself an' get that opportunity I've dreamed about on the biggest fuckin' stage Action Wrestlin' has.
An' I'M NOT LETTIN' IT SLIP THIS TIME.
So bring this new "Edgier" Jonny Cedrone to Clash and fight like your life depends on it 'cause MINE such as fuck DOES and I'm going to do WHATEVER IT TAKES TO WIN. I'm bringing MORE HEART, MORE HATE, MORE PURE FUCKING DESIRE TO WIN to that ring than I EVER HAVE. So if you were SHOCKED last week when your ol' runnin' mate cashed in that case.....
Wait till Monday Night.
It's gonna be PURE LEETHALTIY.
How you went from the picturesque nineteen-fifties image of Americana softcore bullshit to droppin' that shit-colored veil to show that abusive alcoholic behavior that HAUNTED every woman an' child durin' that decade. Well, except for the fact that you're softer than liquid dog an' the little bit of edge ya showed last week was pretty fuckin' mid.
But I gotta say....
About fuckin' time.
It only took you three years an' a shit ton of severe head trauma to grow a pair of balls. Who knows, now maybe Gloria will quit runnin' 'round behind your back every time you stay at a hospital for longer than forty-eight hours now that you've FINALLY manned the fuck up a bit.
But that'd only be in a perfect world, wouldn't it Jonny?
Instead, here we are once again performin' the same song an' dance where we beat the livin' shit outta each other for the entertainment of the millions of people sick enough to watch Monday Night Clash on a weekly basis. An' THIS WEEK the place spoilin' for a couple pints of your pathetic blood happens to be the Tulsa, Oklahoma where nine thousand strong will get to watch the Monday Night Mommy ONCE AGAIN plaster your face all over the canvas in some grotesque modern art display.
The best part?
You'll ACTUALLY have people CHEERIN' for you instead of the cheesy-ass canned shit the production people gotta pipe in whenever you give your OH SO FAMOUS generically bland backstage interviews that your narcissistic ass can't go a week without doing. Well, they won't actually be cheering for YOU. Just the PEICES OF YOU that I throw out to 'em as I dismember you limb from limb. 'Cause, whether you ever ADMIT it or not, you're just NOT THE SUPER-OVER BABYFACE HERO YOU THINK YOU ARE. You can scream an' shout 'bout havin' all this desire to win; 'bout havin' all the DETERMINATION AND GRIT in the world; but the unavoidable fact of life is that, when compared to me, you're nothin' more than a bitter old cuckold that just can't accept that whatever he once had long since come an' gone; leaving you with nothing but dreams that are forever stuck in the vicious cycle of perpetually being broken.
But that's the shit that makes you JONNY CEDRONE.
Makes you a SURVIVOR.
Much like Karlie, you have that intangible quality that allows you to pick yourself up after every beating. No matter how severe the verbal barbs or how nightmarish the beating you ALWAYS pull yourself back up an' beg for more. That toughness? I RESPECT THAT LIKE I RESPECT THAT WICKED HOOK ya got. However, you're gonna have to sharpen this newfound edge you've been displayin' 'cause the shit you handed out to Niobe an' WIlds ain't goin' to be near ENOUGH to keep me from moving onto BLAST for the finals. You might regurgitate your standard "People's Champion" horseshit you've been high on a thousand times over, but there isn't shit you're going to be able to do when the Aussie Assault starts dialing in an' bringin' the BOOM(!).
'Cause this isn't just some throwaway opportunity for me like it is you. I can't just lick my wounds and "shift" my focus like some sort of psyche self-defense mechanism like you do every time YOU LOSE. Odin STOLE the ONE OPPORTUNITY I might EVER have to challenge for the Action Wrestling World Championship an' if fuckin' tears me up on the inside. An' THIS; THIS bullshit tournament for the final spot at Havoc? It might be the ONLY way I can redeem myself an' get that opportunity I've dreamed about on the biggest fuckin' stage Action Wrestlin' has.
An' I'M NOT LETTIN' IT SLIP THIS TIME.
So bring this new "Edgier" Jonny Cedrone to Clash and fight like your life depends on it 'cause MINE such as fuck DOES and I'm going to do WHATEVER IT TAKES TO WIN. I'm bringing MORE HEART, MORE HATE, MORE PURE FUCKING DESIRE TO WIN to that ring than I EVER HAVE. So if you were SHOCKED last week when your ol' runnin' mate cashed in that case.....
Wait till Monday Night.
It's gonna be PURE LEETHALTIY.