Fool's Gold IV: SACRIFICE
Jun 30, 2024 13:35:55 GMT -5
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Post by Jessie Lee on Jun 30, 2024 13:35:55 GMT -5
"God dammit, Jess," Jackie ssaid struggling to keep himself calm "Would ya just tell us what's goin' on! Ya left a note with some old dude, left outta the blue, an' expect us to understand what the fuck is runnin' through your head? The hell is that bullshit?"
"It was pretty self-fuckin'-explainatory, JacK," Jessie spat back "It's fuckin' suffocating bein' around ya all the bloody time."
Needless to say, the second confrontation wasn't going as well as some family-centric people might hope. While it was true the two had always had their differences, this time it felt as if there had been a wall constructed between them. One that the young woman didn't seem to want to breakthrough despite her normally confrontational nature. Even the few people remaining in the hotel bar area were giving the duo sidelong glances of worry as they carried on butting heads. At least, the duo that was being loud. Like a fly on the wall, Micheal sat between the two of them occasionally sipping on his drink as he kept his eyes peeled for any signs of the explosive violence that the two Lee siblings were prone to falling into when dealing with one another.
"The fuck does that even mean? It's not we're some overly clingy fuckin' couple in the honeymoon phase. You're SISTER an' my business partner. We need to work together to resolve shit, yeah?"[/font]
"Work together? With you?" she said with a bitter laugh "You hearin' yourself right now? 'Cause I sure fuckin' am an' it sounds fuckin' dumb."
"Dumb? The fuck do you mean DUMB?"
"Did I fuckin' stutter? It was dumb! What ya said was dumb! You, after spending how many fuckin' years fuckin' off doin' jack shit with your life, were suddenly shoved BACK into my life 'cause nobody else could deal with your bullshit. So yeah, Jack, I feel SOFFOCATED bein' around you. How could I not when a fuckin' anchor was tied 'round my neck just as I was startin' to get my professional life in fuckin' order? Fuckin' seriously!"
"Jess, I-" Jackie said with a surprising hurt in his voice "Listen, I know that shit hasn't been easy an' I hadn't the fuckin' right to lean on ya like I did. But I can't let ya do this when it doesn't feel right. I might be a forever fuck up, but even I can tell when there's a good thing goin' on. An' this? This little family we've managed to make with the three of us is the best thing goin'! Walkin' away from this ain't some bold statement bullshit. It's fuckin' stupidity an' you fuckin' know it."
"Three of us?" Micheal interrupted with a uncertain smile "I didn't know you cared, big bro."
"Oh shut the fuck up!" Jackie snapped back as Jessie's barking laughter filled the air.
Guess what, ya stupid little cunt?
It's Evolution time.
The time where ya pay the piper that dropped the GREATEST OPPROTUNITY you've ever had into your lap an' you're fixin' to pay more than a pint of blood or a pound of flesh. Naaaaah. It's gotta be what's MADE you YOU. Somethin' ya can't get rid of easily even is ya wanted or be without so long as ya wanna keep bein' YOU.
Any guesses as to what you're payin'?
No, it ain't the United States strap you've been sportin' the last handful of weeks an' it ain't even all the relationships with your family an' friends ya hold dear neither.
It's your HEART.
Your SOUL.
The never say die attitude that you've built your entire life on for the last year an' a half.
I know it sound like Vespertine a touch when I put it that way, but that's just the reality of what it takes to be champion; a REAL CHAMPION. The excessive travel, in-ring practice, an' media appearance time are only the tip of the iceberg of what it costs to hold THAT strap. The blood, sweat, an' tears you put into ain't gonna mean shit if you can't bring yourself to sacrifice EVERYTHING for it.
Can you do that, Nio?
Can you WILLINGLY SACRIFICE for that strap?
Before ya get up in arms and get all fuckin' defensive as fuck and start sayin' that you HAVE sacrificed; that you have given EVERYTHING to get where you are I need you to understand that YOU HAVEN'T SACRIFICED SHIT. Oh, you've fought with everything you can physically muster and you have pushed your fragile mentality to the its limits but you haven't give up a chunk of your soul. In fact, you've NEVER put anythin' on the line that can't be easily replaced. The World Television strap an' that United States strap are just the physical representations of what's at stake. You, in the near two fuckin' years you've been competing here, haven't once put your HEART into it; you haven't squeezed out every last bit of your SOUL to accomplish your goal. Fuck no, the things you've accomplished fell right into your lap an' hold no REAL SIGNIFIGANCE to you. Oh, you'll say the strap means the world an' that you're goin' to do whatever it takes to win; to fight harder than you ever have before in order to walk out of Evolution as the champion STILL. But we BOTH know you don't have any REAL attachment in achieving that an' those are merely empty words you've come to understand that'll placate the few fans that you've managed to gain.
YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT.
YOU'VE NEVER GIVEN A SHIT.
You've NEVER learned to appreciate a victory or a defeat. You've just moved on from one match to the next with no other goal than simply showing up and fulfilling your contractual expectations. Even now, as THE United States Champion, you don't understand the weight of the legacy you carry nor do you appreciate the reality of bein' only a handful of women to hold it. In your mind you've already lost this match and it's only a matter of MINUTES until I take the United States Championship from around your waist an' send you BACK to the LIVING NIGHTMARE of perpetual mediocrity an' weekly despair.
An' I hate to disappoint ya.
It's Evolution time.
The time where ya pay the piper that dropped the GREATEST OPPROTUNITY you've ever had into your lap an' you're fixin' to pay more than a pint of blood or a pound of flesh. Naaaaah. It's gotta be what's MADE you YOU. Somethin' ya can't get rid of easily even is ya wanted or be without so long as ya wanna keep bein' YOU.
Any guesses as to what you're payin'?
No, it ain't the United States strap you've been sportin' the last handful of weeks an' it ain't even all the relationships with your family an' friends ya hold dear neither.
It's your HEART.
Your SOUL.
The never say die attitude that you've built your entire life on for the last year an' a half.
I know it sound like Vespertine a touch when I put it that way, but that's just the reality of what it takes to be champion; a REAL CHAMPION. The excessive travel, in-ring practice, an' media appearance time are only the tip of the iceberg of what it costs to hold THAT strap. The blood, sweat, an' tears you put into ain't gonna mean shit if you can't bring yourself to sacrifice EVERYTHING for it.
Can you do that, Nio?
Can you WILLINGLY SACRIFICE for that strap?
Before ya get up in arms and get all fuckin' defensive as fuck and start sayin' that you HAVE sacrificed; that you have given EVERYTHING to get where you are I need you to understand that YOU HAVEN'T SACRIFICED SHIT. Oh, you've fought with everything you can physically muster and you have pushed your fragile mentality to the its limits but you haven't give up a chunk of your soul. In fact, you've NEVER put anythin' on the line that can't be easily replaced. The World Television strap an' that United States strap are just the physical representations of what's at stake. You, in the near two fuckin' years you've been competing here, haven't once put your HEART into it; you haven't squeezed out every last bit of your SOUL to accomplish your goal. Fuck no, the things you've accomplished fell right into your lap an' hold no REAL SIGNIFIGANCE to you. Oh, you'll say the strap means the world an' that you're goin' to do whatever it takes to win; to fight harder than you ever have before in order to walk out of Evolution as the champion STILL. But we BOTH know you don't have any REAL attachment in achieving that an' those are merely empty words you've come to understand that'll placate the few fans that you've managed to gain.
YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT.
YOU'VE NEVER GIVEN A SHIT.
You've NEVER learned to appreciate a victory or a defeat. You've just moved on from one match to the next with no other goal than simply showing up and fulfilling your contractual expectations. Even now, as THE United States Champion, you don't understand the weight of the legacy you carry nor do you appreciate the reality of bein' only a handful of women to hold it. In your mind you've already lost this match and it's only a matter of MINUTES until I take the United States Championship from around your waist an' send you BACK to the LIVING NIGHTMARE of perpetual mediocrity an' weekly despair.
An' I hate to disappoint ya.
"'But seriously, Jess," Micheal said taking his angsty girlfriend by the hand "Could you fill us in on what running through that head? We're just worried about you and going through with this no contact route hasn't helped any. So fill us in, yeah?"
"Just bein' so fuckin' hardheaded an' let us fuckin' help, ya silly fuckin' dummy."
Shooting a look that could boil lead at her brother, Jessie was silent for a few moments as Micheal held her hand.
"Listen," she began; her throat suddenly dry "It isn't like I want things to go on as they have. I really don't. It just feels like if I don't step out on my own then I'm just gonna drown underneath the weight of it all. Like, if I stop to enjoy what I got then I won't be able to stand back up an' keep movin' like I need to. I won't be able to breathe, ya know?"
"Jess....."
"That's fuckin' stupid." Jackie said with a touch of tenderness coloring his words "We ain't here to hold ya back or make ya feel like you can't do shit. We're family an' what we do is stick out with each other regardless of how shit goes sideways. I know we've never been on the same page an' I'm dumb enough to not understand what's important 'til somebody dies, but we're all we got an' I ain't givin' up on that. I ain't sacrificin' the second chance Andy gave us."
In that moment, never had she wanted to break Jackie's nose more. She wanted to kick and scream that Andy was fucking gone and there wasn't anything that was going to bring him back. That there wasn't anything that was going to fill that void that had been left behind. Sensing the tension, Micheal leaned closer and wrapped his arms around her.
"It's okay Jess," he said gently "You don't have to run anymore and you don't have to keep sacrificing your happiness. We're here for you, love, and we ain't leaving you no matter what."
But disappointment is somethin' you're used to by now, huh?
I mean, yeah it was another dig at your lackluster win/loss record of the past but I was also referrin' to what happened on Clash. See, ya went into that match thinkin' that you knew what you were in for an' what ya thought me an' Jodster were going to bring to that tag. Only to end up getting throttled by Sicko 'fore I caved your fuckin' face in to the DELIGHT sixteen thousand screaming fans. Which, if ya remember, was fuckin' electric. An' if THAT was electric imagine the sound people are gonna make when I take your head off in Sofi Stadium an' sixty-six thousand motherfuckers lose their minds when I regain the United States strap!
Los Angeles is gonna go NUCLEAR.
Now, I know what you're thinkin'. How can I afford to be this stupidly confiendt in my win at Evo when ya managed to weasel your why out as the champion last time the strap was on the line? Well, othet than the fact that Draugr isn't a fuckin' factor? It's 'cause, unlike you, I've known what it is to SACRIFICE shit since I signed my first professional wrestlin' contract. Not only did I travel a world away from what I knew but I also fought night in an' night out to prove that it was worth the sacrifice in both my home and the relationships I had since childhood. For YEARS I have put MY HEART AND SOUL into every match fully expecting someone to come along an' SHATTER everythin'. That some bitter bitch like me was goin' to come along and RUIN everything that I'd built.
But here I am.
The Bad Bitch.
The Conversation.
The motherfuckin' unbreakable cunt that's FINALLY free from SACRIFICING EVERYTHING for NOTHING. Ya understand that, right? I ain't pouring my heart an' soul into this confrontation this Sunday Night with the expectation of losing; of NOT walking out of Evolution as the United States Champion AGAIN. 'Cause all those years I spent SACRIFICING for others has FINALLY cumulated to this moment an' you can bet your ass that I'm NOT gonna let it slip by. I'm breakin' these shackles an' I'm TAKING what's MINE.
So bring that fight you've been bringin' lately an' you make DAMN SURE that you walk into Sofi with the mindset that you'll SACRIFICE EVERYTHING 'cause I know I AM an' that what I SACRIFICE is gonna mean MORE than any time before. 'Cause I ain't fightin' just for money. I ain't breakin' your fuckin' face to pay some kind of debt or 'cause I ALWAYS deliver top notch content for the bloodthirsty fuckers that call themselves fans of pro wrasslin'. Hell, it ain't even to remind people of the history making power this Aussie cunt has whenever she hits the ring.
I'm doin' this for ME.
I’M SACRIFICING FOR ME.
I mean, yeah it was another dig at your lackluster win/loss record of the past but I was also referrin' to what happened on Clash. See, ya went into that match thinkin' that you knew what you were in for an' what ya thought me an' Jodster were going to bring to that tag. Only to end up getting throttled by Sicko 'fore I caved your fuckin' face in to the DELIGHT sixteen thousand screaming fans. Which, if ya remember, was fuckin' electric. An' if THAT was electric imagine the sound people are gonna make when I take your head off in Sofi Stadium an' sixty-six thousand motherfuckers lose their minds when I regain the United States strap!
Los Angeles is gonna go NUCLEAR.
Now, I know what you're thinkin'. How can I afford to be this stupidly confiendt in my win at Evo when ya managed to weasel your why out as the champion last time the strap was on the line? Well, othet than the fact that Draugr isn't a fuckin' factor? It's 'cause, unlike you, I've known what it is to SACRIFICE shit since I signed my first professional wrestlin' contract. Not only did I travel a world away from what I knew but I also fought night in an' night out to prove that it was worth the sacrifice in both my home and the relationships I had since childhood. For YEARS I have put MY HEART AND SOUL into every match fully expecting someone to come along an' SHATTER everythin'. That some bitter bitch like me was goin' to come along and RUIN everything that I'd built.
But here I am.
The Bad Bitch.
The Conversation.
The motherfuckin' unbreakable cunt that's FINALLY free from SACRIFICING EVERYTHING for NOTHING. Ya understand that, right? I ain't pouring my heart an' soul into this confrontation this Sunday Night with the expectation of losing; of NOT walking out of Evolution as the United States Champion AGAIN. 'Cause all those years I spent SACRIFICING for others has FINALLY cumulated to this moment an' you can bet your ass that I'm NOT gonna let it slip by. I'm breakin' these shackles an' I'm TAKING what's MINE.
So bring that fight you've been bringin' lately an' you make DAMN SURE that you walk into Sofi with the mindset that you'll SACRIFICE EVERYTHING 'cause I know I AM an' that what I SACRIFICE is gonna mean MORE than any time before. 'Cause I ain't fightin' just for money. I ain't breakin' your fuckin' face to pay some kind of debt or 'cause I ALWAYS deliver top notch content for the bloodthirsty fuckers that call themselves fans of pro wrasslin'. Hell, it ain't even to remind people of the history making power this Aussie cunt has whenever she hits the ring.
I'm doin' this for ME.
I’M SACRIFICING FOR ME.