Hero IV: King Lissie
Feb 2, 2020 18:32:52 GMT -5
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Post by Lissie Hope on Feb 2, 2020 18:32:52 GMT -5
This journey’s always been about one thing.
It was never about the briefcase. Or about restoring my name, or seeking revenge, or redemption, or retaliation.
This has always been about keeping the beast concealed.
Keeping the pent-up anger confined within the depths of my soul.
I sought to arrive at the plateau again without bargaining my righteousness. I didn’t want to abandon my principles. I wanted to do things the right way, to ensure that my credibility would forever be established, and never be questioned.
And I achieved that.
Corey Bull tried to break me.
He wanted me to embrace the monster within.
He wanted to show the world I’m not the hero I say I am.
And he failed.
Just like Dandy DiVito failed.
And Gravedigger.
Odin Balfore.
Frank Venable.
I cannot be compromised.
I cannot be broken.
They can shatter my bones and send me to emergency rooms.
They can rob me of my achievements; pin my shoulders to the mat.
But they’re only doing what they feared the most.
They’re creating a bigger…
A wiser...
A stronger…
Lissie.
‘Fuckin.
Hope.
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Sis, how’re ‘ya feelin’?
Better than ever, fam.
Physically, she wasn’t. Not by a long shot. Once again, for the fourth time since winning the World Championship, she was forced to spend time in the local hospital. She had gotten so accustomed to these visits that she began taking notes on attractive nurses, the hospitals with the quickest reponses, the staffs that bent the visitation rules. She was scared to see an obstetrician, knowing that the abuse she has put her body through the recently could leave permanent damage should she ever consider beginning a family. So she buried that possibility in the deep recesses of her mind, focusing solely on the quickest rehabilitation. Despite needing time off, she needed to be back in the ring more. It didn’t matter if her bones were on the verge of breaking, if her muscles were hanging on by a thread -- the ring was her sanctuary. It always had been. Always would be.
Think you’ll be ready to go by Monday?
I mean… I ain’t got any other choice.
Mentally, she was as lucid as she could remember being in a long time. No longer was Lissie harping on the devastation of having an inadequate World Championship reign -- she had finally given herself some credit. Finally, she let herself off the hook. No one could shed her name from the record books For the first time in history, a single person held the All-In briefcase and the World Championship simultaneously. For the first time, a woman had punched her ticket to the main event. So many others have comparable resumes… but none in Action Wrestling. The pinnacle. The company that every other promotion strives to emulate.
I want you to take it easy this week, sis.
Be real, dude. I just went to war with Corey Bull. The guy weighs more than all three of these broads combined. And it took him three fuckin’ chokeslams to put me in this bed. But you know what? He still didn’t beat me.
Now’s not the time to get reckless.
I can’t lose, Robbie. My body doesn’t allow me to lose. My fans don’t allow me to lose. My spirit, my heart -- all of this spearheads me. It all pushes me to take the biggest leaps, to win the biggest matches…
And here you are in another one.
This? This ain’t shit, dude. Sure, it’s a main event. Sure, there’s a crown at the end of the thing. But these girls? This is the biggest stage they’ve ever been on. The brightest lights they’ve ever stood under. And trust me on this, bro… these bitches are fixin’a go blind.
Robbie Hope stayed with her that night, binging through season two of “I Am A Killer” on Netflix. They shared a common interest in true crime documentaries, and lately Lissie had found herself empathizing with some of those dark souls. She found them authentic and genuine. Captivating. Interesting. Relatable… *sometimes I wonder where I would be if I had let my demons control me*... and often seeing herself in their image. Some had experienced the most indelible traumas that pushed them off the deep end. Some had endured mind control, abuse, neglect -- experiences that shaped the person they became. When Robbie dozed off, and she felt his grip on her hand go limp, she turned the television off and flipped open her phone, browsing Twitter, reacting to her mentions and looking at all the official posts from Action Wrestling accounts.
@camilagonzalezaw
I’d like to book Bonnie Blue vs. Claire Hawkins as Bonnie continues her anti-Guardians mission.
Huh. Could be exciting. Claire ain’t been around in a bit, just shit-posting on Twitter and reflecting on that poor career that never was. And Bonnie made quite that return, trouncin’ that little fat-fuck Jaice with ease. Should be interesting… you love to see it.
@camilagonzalezaw
KOS has informed me he will be on [Clash] to discuss his ANY TITLE SHOT ANY TIME chip…
Yeah? Good for him, I guess. I mean, I totally forgot he even won that fuckin’ thing. But yeah, one of Action’s golden boys gets a shot to be double-champion, and random nobodies like Grayson Ward get seven… SEVEN… chances to be Television Champion… you love to see it.
@camilagonzalezaw
Frank will be defending the World Championship live in two weeks… Respond with a name of someone who deserves an opportunity!
Interesting. I mean, there’s an obvious fuckin’ name, no? Looksies at who’s throwin’ their names in the hat. Quixote? Hmm. Super-sperm himself gotta leave the minor leagues first. Wayne Austin? Flop? Gimme a fuckin’ break. Corey Bull?
Fuck. That.
Robbie Hope twisted in his chair as Lissie’s vocalizing tore through the silence of the hospital room. She quickly put a hand over her mouth and continued reading.
Aww, people’s choice Frankie tryin’ to be the good guy. The diplomat. You know there’s menace behind that charm. You know there’s secrets behind that mask. I see through it, Frankie. I need to write somethin’.
@hopelissie
All these dorks hopin’ to jump in the picture when you know damn well who ain’t had her rematch yet… I’ve gotten back my little ace in the hole. Kisses, Frank.
Send. That should get these little fucks talkin’. Welp, there’s more. Microwave-man. Next. Nightingale? The guy who just lost? Next. Ohhh, Bonnie. I know you just picked up a big win over a three-time loser of a World Championship challenger. Perhaps you should score a couple more victories first before tryin’ to replace me as the female face of Action Wrestling? Thanks bae, bye. Love them eyebrows, though.
@royspeedeaw
2 time champ vs. 2 time champ. Ain’t a damn soul who can make that challenge here.
Maybe not yet, old man, but I’m joinin’ your club sooner than y’think. Besides, ain’t no one wanna see Frank suckin’ you off the whole time you in that ring. We all know you’s that little boy’s wet dream. The whole ‘when I grow up I wanna be just like you!’ kinda shit. You his hero, Roy, but you sure as fuck ain’t mine.
@murdermachine
Odin Balfore deserves his rematch.
Bitch, please. Not before me.
@odinbalfore
FYI I’m not going out like that
Big LOL big pussy.
@serpentine
Seconded. #Justice4Odin
Oh, you’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!
Once again, Lissie’s internal monologue become vocalized, and Robbie stirred in his sleep. At this point, though, Lissie didn’t give a fuck.
Hey, Siri. Create a new ‘note’.
“What do you want it say?”
What are you doing?
These fucks need a reality check! Seems like everyone tryin’ to rewrite history and shit. Odin Balfore is not a good man! Frank Venable is not a good man! Balfore decided my crowning moment was his moment to powerbomb me on fuckin’ steel. Frank, golden child of AW, face of the company -- he had no qualms taking advantage after Dandy and Alex fucked me over. Him and Walter and even Dandy have already gotten second opportunities… where the fuck is mine??
You’ll get it, sis. Your time will come, you just gotta be patient.
Nah, man. I’m tired of sittin’ on the sidelines. I’m tired of seeing my opportunities and my accolades stolen. I need to start gettin’ real again.
You’ve got everyone behind you. Calm-the-fuck-down.
If you ain’t gonna support me on this, get-the-fuck-out. I don’t need you lecturing me right now. You have no idea what this feeling is like. That no matter how many people I got screamin’ my name, no matter how many wins I secure, no matter how much I do for this company -- I created the platform for women to be champions in this damn place. Now I get a chance at a fuckin’ consolation crown against bitches that wouldn’t be shit if it weren’t for me? They just tryin’a keep me complacent.
What are you gonna do with that ‘note’?
Whaddaya think?
Don’t post that shit, Lissie. Twitter’s a fuckin’ cesspool. I can’t believe you’re actually using it now.
Sorry brother. I gotta do what I gotta do.
This is what I do, Jacqui.
Jah-key?
Juh-kwai?
Who the fuck are’ya and why they lettin’ you in my ring, anyway?
I know I ain’t the only person in the locker room who looks at the upcoming card and thinks… damn, this bitch is still employed by Action Wrestling?
Shit, I forgot who you are and that you’re here like three-times already.
I’m sorry, hun. I know you got twenty years~ in the bizniz and you tryin’ desperately to keep your name relevant. I know you were so excited to see your name thrown into a United States contendership match in your debut, only to see the hype train you created for yourself stall to screeching halt.
And it ain’t your fault, sweets. They put you in over your head, thinkin’ you could come right in and upset names like KOS and Shadowlove and… I guess, Abbi Stein… but you’re merely a product of circumstance.
Action Wrestling swallowed up Trinity Wrestling and called up all you minor leaguers like it was a goddamn September playoff roster. But just like it takes the best-of-the-best to sustain that cup-of-coffee, they all get thrown back to jobber status and gotta work their way back up.
You ain’t elite, Jacqui.
You know it, everyone knows it.
That’s why after fuckin’ failing at Turmoil, they wanted to give you somethin’ easy, somethin’ to keep your head above ground. They gave you Hot Shot, and all of a sudden, this old hag got her groove back!
And then you go on and shit the bed in the Cruiserweight Havoc rumble.
You know who ain’t never needed protection? You know who gets put up against the best, week-in and week-out? You know who needs no gimme-matches to rekindle a burned out flame?
You’re fuckin’ lookin’ at her.
What have you done to ensure you’re ready for me, Jacqui? Ready to take on a World Champion, an All-In winner, the face of women’s wrestling? I know what I’ve done to prepare for you…
Like Rocky, I been hangin’ dead pigs and slammin’ these fists into ‘em, knowin’ I need my swing to be harder, faster… because you ain’t even gonna feel ‘em ‘cause that Botox got your face all frozen.
I’ve begun rehab on a hip injury I sustained in my last match with Corey Bull, and that’s somethin’ you should know about since you done broke your shit like twelve-times already.
Old bitch.
We don’t need no fuckin’ chaperone.
You ain’t no one’s main-event. You ain’t no one’s headliner.
You’ll harp on that one they gave you against Addy not knowin’ they just keepin’ your ass from throwin’ a temper tantrum. Realize they didn’t even invite you to appear at Revolution?
Bitch, that was your main-event.
This one is mine.
You’re welcome.
Bitch, that was your main-event.
This one is mine.
You’re welcome.
Babe, you hungry?
Oooh, I love unexpected presents!
Sierra Silver peaked her head into the hospital room and shook a paper bag, rattling the donuts inside. She arrived at her bedside and pulled her chair in close, Lissie sitting up in the bed. Her gown draped off her shoulder and Sierra quickly eyed the hospital door as nurses walked by, bashfully fixing the sleeve on Lissie’s gown.
Why so shy?
Babe, there’s people around!
Well, I’m kind of an exhibitionist soo…
I’m not.
Lissie Hope nodded her head, deciding not to push it. The playful teasing was fun sometimes, but she had to learn about boundaries, especially with someone so new to her life and inner circle as Sierra was. Sure, she could let Robbie know when he was being fucking annoying, but Sierra… she had to be a little more cautious.
The nurse said you should be good to get out today!
Badass, I need to get the hell out of this bed. Need to hit the gym.
I wish you’d take a week off here or there.
I can’t waste any time, babe. I can’t have people forgetting what I mean to Action Wrestling.
What are you talking about? You’re one of the stars!
I was… and I ain’t tryin’a keep it that way.
Sierra was not used to seeing Lissie doubt herself or her impact on the business. She didn’t know why Lissie was going through this wave of uncertainty, and felt helpless not having any advice to give. So she changed the subject.
Tom wants us to meet him for dinner tonight! You down?
Man, he don’t even like me.
Yes, he does! And if he says anything stupid, I’ll shut that down real quick!
I can defend myself...
I mean, I know that, I’m just saying...
Yeah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just got a lot on my mind right now.
I get it. Don’t build this wall built up around me, babe. I’m behind you, regardless. And y’knoe what? You keep saying the right things?
Sierra leans over and gives her a long, passionate, lascivious kiss. All caution thrown to the wind.
I’ll be under you, too.
Well, damn. Haven’t felt that hot and bothered since… since…
The biggest mistake I ever made was fucking Karlie Nash.
Cover your ears, children. This ‘bout to get nasty.
Not ‘cause she was horrible in the sack, don’t get me wrong. If she weren’t such a walking fuckin’ herpii I’m sure she woulda’ been repeat business.
But this bitch just screams stage-one clinger which makes no-fuckin’-sense since she’s got like ten wives and fucks pornstars for talk shows.
I mean, just look at my Twitter mentions. Every week, without fail, you see this whore list like twenty-fuckin’-names she got #WOMENCRUSHWEDNESDAYS on, and there I am on every single one of ‘em.
What’s the deal, Karlie? Are you that fuckin’ desperate? You’re comin’ off like a fat-fuck sittin’ in his momma’s basement, catfishin’ bitches with pictures of Frank Venable on his profile, messaging every single person who takes a picture with a tit hangin’ out.
The thing is this.
I ain’t no ex who scorned you and broke your heart. I fucked you on my night of celebration… mostly ‘cause I was bored out of my fuckin’ mind and you were lookin’ like an easy lay. I didn’t promise you nothin’, I didn’t wanna make you my girlfriend or some-shit. I mean, I beat you every time I face you but I dunno… it’s like you wanna prove somethin’ to me. Like you wanna show me that you ain’t a fuckin’ loser or something.
But no, honey, it ain’t happening again.
Ever again.
But you wanna know what will happen again?
What always stands the test of time?
Lissie Hope.
Defeating.
Karlie Nash.
Back to the grind.
Lissie Hope could barely twist her hips as she slammed her shin into the heavy bag. She felt the jarring pain shoot up her spine, wincing in agony, but she set her feet and rotated her hips again, hitting it harder the second time. The trainer could see every time she shifted in her stance to relieve the pain and moved the bag to the side.
Take it easy, Lissie. You don’t have to go 100 each time.
Yeah… I do. That’s why I’m here, that’s why I do this. That’s why I love this sport.
You’re gonna end up hurting yourself. What did the doctor see on the scans?
Nothing man, I’m fine.
Lissie was not fine. Her lower back was strained, and they found inflammation in one of her hip joints. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly which of the three chokeslams did the most damage, but she hadn’t even given herself a chance to fully heal. Compounded with the falls she took against Dandy DiVito, all of those prior injuries seemed to bubble to the surface.
I’ve gotta stay on top of my game. Action Wrestling ain’t the only folks I’m committed to. Everyone wants to see the unbreakable version of Lissie Hope.
Speaking of that, why are you even wasting your time with OPW?
I ain’t wastin’ shit.
You’re spreading yourself too thin, Lissie.
I’ve already told her that shit, Chris. It’s like talking to a brick wall.
Robbie Hope appeared from behind them and Lissie smirked and rolled her eyes.
I’m doin’ what I gotta do, Robbie. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.
The-fuck’s that supposed to mean? You’ve never had a bigger cheerleader than me.
Then stay in your lane, bro. I love you, everything you’ve done for me, and that you’ve been behind me all this time… but you can’t help me with this one. I got my name on the marquees. It’s up to me to keep it there.
You can’t do it alone. And you’ll just end up burning the bridges you’ve created in Action by double-dealing with that fuckin’ leech, Stylez.
If I can’t get my well-earned title shots here...
Don’t say it, sis. Don’t even think it. Camila is going live during the Super Bowl half-time to name the contender for next week. Just wait and see what she says before you do something stupid. I’m glad you didn’t tweet that stupid fuckin’ ‘note’.
Listen, I ain’t been given’ the credit I deserve for paving the way for people like fuckin’ Addy to even see herself in contention for World Championships. Madwoman tried to stake that claim by winning a belt in the minors, and look what happened when she stepped into the biggest company in the universe? She fuckin’ flatlined, she fuckin’ bolted. That ain’t happenin’ with me, okay? OPW is just somethin’ to keep me occupied, and they offered hella dough just to show up and fuck with Allison for a bit. Action ain’t got shit to worry about.
I don’t like where your heads’ at right now, Lissie. I feel you’re on the verge of losing it. And losing goodwill with Action Wrestling. And losing winnable matches like this one.
That’s where you’re wrong, brother. I. WILL. NOT. LOSE.
I like you, Addy.
Record-scratch-what-the-fuck?
Record-scratch-what-the-fuck?
No, it’s true. I know you get tired of hearin’ the parallels but they there, hun. There’s no denyin’ it.
You are my offspring.
My unwanted child.
Someone who’s crawlin’ behin’ me, tryin’a catch up.
Someone who’s learned what she knows under my tutelage, learned she could compete under the shadow she walks in.
But I shoulda’ aborted you.
I shoulda’ ripped you out with a hanger before you even had a chance to thrive.
But I do wanna thank you for ridding Action Wrestling of that big-mouf’d retard who tried to plant her flag in the middle of my ring. Tried to say she was undefeated and shit, holdin’ up that toy championship that’s now got your name permanently attached to it. Madwoman lost the mask and lost her identity and now she’s on Twitter feelin’ sorry for her own sorry ass.
But you?
You’ve got the world at your fingertips.
You’ve got an opportunity to shine…
thanks to me.
thanks to me.
This may be the first time we’ve ever really come across each other, and that’s fine. You should know a little bit about abandonment with all them absentee daddy issues you so obviously fuckin’ have.
Whore.
But you wouldn’a ever been shit if it weren’t for me.
If I hadn’t taken this company by the balls…
If I wouldn’a ever climbed to the top of this mountain…
You would forever be pullin’ Gravedigger in back-alleys, suckin’ that old, crusty dick for an opportunity to even get a chance at greatness. You wouldn’t have needed me to open those doors, to break those glass ceilings, to show that people of our stature can actually make it.
But you haven’t yet.
You’re still a young cub who’s tryin’a bulldoze through those walls, tryin’a prove to the world that you’ve got more to offer than that fishy twat between your legs.
I see right through you, Addy.
I see a little girl desperate for attention, thinkin’ everyone wants to see is a young woman who owns their inner lion. But I been through that, y’know? There’s more to this business than just merely bein’ the filthiest mouth, or the most comfortable in ya’ own skin.
There’s this idea of feminism that gets lost on little fuckin’ tarts like you. Ya’ll don’t realize that the world is watching, and bitch, they takin’ notes.
Ain’t no one wanna see this lovechild of Lissie fuckin’ Hope and punk-ass Johnny Stylez stand in the center of the ring with a crown adorning they head. Nah, bitch. They want something more.
They want someone who knows how to compete.
They want someone who wins every time they name gets called.
They don’t want no one who just wants the record for most times they can get censored on CBS programming.
I’m the total package.
I’m sorry I didn’t pass all of that knowledge down to ‘ya sooner.
Fuckin’ child.
This is what it boils down to.
The three-of-ya steppin’ under lights y’ain’t ever shown y’could ever thrive under, an’ by the end of it, y’gon see that ‘ya shouldn’a ever been under ‘em in the first place.
The three-of-ya steppin’ under lights y’ain’t ever shown y’could ever thrive under, an’ by the end of it, y’gon see that ‘ya shouldn’a ever been under ‘em in the first place.
That’s my crown.
This is my kingdom.
I took it when I pinned Dandy’s shoulders, not needin’ any free-ride, not needin’ an’one’s help.
I gave him the order to wrap that title ‘round my waist.
I told’m ‘is role that night was to king me.
And he had to.
He had no other choice.
Just like none’a you do.
I don’t even want this consolation crown.
It’s beneath me.
But still, I’m givin’ ‘yall no… other… choice.
This is my ring.
This is my company.
I’m just givin’ y’all a chance to live in it.
Thrive in it.
Survive in it.
But you ain’t gonna.
Because whose arm is being raised in victory?
It ain’t none-of-ya’lls.
It never was gonna be.
It’s mine.
This is your crowning achievement.
This is my expectation.
Y'know who's supposed to win?
Who never fails under those lights?
This is your crowning achievement.
This is my expectation.
Y'know who's supposed to win?
Who never fails under those lights?
Lissie.
Fuckin’.
Hope.