Lissie All-In: Hero X: Lissie, The Killer
Mar 23, 2020 18:34:34 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Mar 23, 2020 18:34:34 GMT -5
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I | Don’t be cautious. Don’t be kind.
You committed. I’m your crime.
So this is it?
There wasn’t any other way this was going to go.
***
I’m beaten.
I’m broken.
I asked them to keep the knee-highs on, but the nurses have got a job to do. They saw the scar on my calf. They knew it wasn’t a product of the chokeslam into the steel ring post. It wasn’t a result of the elevated power bomb through the announcer’s desk.
I can still hear the sirens of the ambulance as they rushed me to the hospital. I was floating in-and-out of consciousness, coughing up blood. There was damage done internally that took precedence over any minor, self-inflicted wounds. I penetrated an area of my body that wouldn’t cause alarm, and besides, I could always blame it on the barbed-wire.
But I could see in their eyes that they saw differently.
And I didn’t care.
I just wanted to get better.
I needed to.
I thought she would help me get through this.
I thought wrong.
***
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Why do you put yourself through so much? I don’t know if I can take seeing you like this!
I’m surprised you’re even here.
She was seated at Lissie’s bedside. Sierra Silver, the one that kept her grounded, the one who could keep her eyes on healing. But their trajectories were deviating; no point of convergence in sight. She was just beginning her career, while Lissie, a former World Champion and holder of the All-In briefcase, was a figure of stature. Of power.
I can’t do this, Lissie.
I expected that. It’s not a surprise to me that you’ll go running up that hill.
Why are you pushing me away? Why do you push everyone away?
I ain’t waiting around for you. I don’t need salvation.
I think you want to be saved.
You’re dead wrong.
Lissie ruminated about everytime she was lying in a hospital bed and Sierra had chosen her lifelong friendship over her. How her needs would never compete when Thomas demanded her support. This was a one-sided relationship, and it wasn’t Sierra’s fault, either. Lissie had come to realize that they couldn’t pretend anymore.
Who are you trying to convince?
I don’t know where any of this is coming from.
Liar. You don’t want me. You’ve never wanted me.
Sierra sat at the foot of her bed. Lissie’s gown had run up her leg and Sierra caught a glance of the fading scar on her calf. She ran a finger over it.
You’re so fucked up and you don’t even realize it.
Yeah? And you don’t even know who the fuck you are.
You’re right, Lissie. This was a mistake.
Shut the door on the way out.
Sierra Silver didn’t want to let Lissie see her tears falling down her face, so she kept her back facing her. Little did she know, Lissie’s mascara had already begun running down her own cheek.
So this is it?
There wasn’t any other way this was going to go.
You’re right, Lissie. Thank you for being there for me when I lacked confidence. When I didn’t know if this is what I wanted to do with my life. For showing interest when nobody else did.
I’m glad I could be of use. Good luck in your debut.
Sierra removed herself from her bedside and headed for the door.
And they call me a coward? You’re the fucking coward!
Sierra had exited the room already, so she didn’t hear the parting words. Sometimes, the truth is better left unheard.
II | Call me calloused. Call me cold.
You’re italic. I’m in bold.
Congratulations, Lissie. You’re going to change the game.
Thank you for the opportunity! I ain’t gonna let you down!
***
It’s weird.
You can have so much going on in your life, and it feels like an entire year has passed by… but these things only happened yesterday.
I still feel everything.
The bones fragmenting.
The limbs stretching.
The skin tearing.
The heart breaking.
Time freezes.
While the entire world secludes themselves in their homes, hoping they won’t catch the infection, hoping they won’t pass it onto their colleagues and loved ones, time doesn’t stop for the workhorse.
While the entire world secludes themselves in their homes, hoping they won’t catch the infection, hoping they won’t pass it onto their colleagues and loved ones, time doesn’t stop for the workhorse.
I still have battles to fight.
I still have enemies to defeat.
I still have promises to fulfill.
I still have championships to win.
I still have enemies to defeat.
I still have promises to fulfill.
I still have championships to win.
Time moves slowly for those who wait.
Time moves quickly for those who want it.
March 19th, 2019…
Almost a year ago to the day, I signed the contract.
And the crazy thing about the year that has passed me by?
It feels like it was only yesterday when I was committing to Action Wrestling, and making a promise to myself that I could be the best in the world.
***
The Action Wrestling Headquarters renovation had not yet completed. There were preliminary drawings of the new construction in downtown Las Vegas, but for now, a company still finding it’s footing didn’t have the luxury to wine-and-dine the best prospects. And Elisabeth Hope wasn’t one of them anyway. She was an unknown, training in the best facilities New Orleans had to offer, but she had no resume. No accolades. Nothing to really separate herself from anyone else without anything but a dream.
Action Wrestling’s leadership, Torture and Gravedigger, weren’t going to jump on a private plane to lure a 23-year-old rookie to sign a contract. But all Elisabeth wanted was an opportunity.
She met with the two members of the administration, the bombastic and enthusiastic Corey, and the bright and perceptive Jordan; the two chosen to represent Action Wrestling; sent to entice her, sent to observe her worth.
She worked out for them. She showed them what she was capable of in the ring; how she sounded on the microphone. And she was impressive.
We like what we see, Elisabeth. I can’t believe you’ve never done this before.
You seem like a natural!
I wasn’t sure I was ready until right now. Right at this moment.
This is your calling. This is what you were meant to do.
So where do I sign?
They didn’t talk numbers. They didn’t discuss specifics. But they saw a future star sitting before them, and for the first time in her life, she felt like it.
Congratulations, Lissie. You’re going to change the game.
Thank you for the opportunity! I ain’t gonna let you down!
Pandemic.
It’s the word on everyone’s mind these days.
Things move swiftly, huh?
Just two weeks ago, we were all living our lives in complete normalcy. We were going through the motions, through our static schedules; we knew what time to wake, what time we ate, who we saw, what we did.
And then, at the snap of the fingers, everything changed.
Overnight, we learned that we couldn’t stop for a cup of coffee anymore. We would have to brew that shit at home ourselves. Can’t walk into a fuckin’ McDonald’s and chow down on a McGriddle. Can’t listen to your favorite podcast on the ride to work, ‘cause you get to the garage and realize you done cut an hour off your commute. Can’t go to the fuckin’ gym, even. We have to limit all of our social interaction.
I live at the gym, y’know? You look on my social media and you see I’m always tryin’a perfect my craft. Tryin’a get my body where I need it to be. Tryin’a recover and get back in that ring and do what I was born to do.
When you think of a pandemic, something that alters the seasons of change, you think of the origin story. You think of patient-zero.
You look at everything differently. You’re out there wondering where it all began. You’re left wondering what, or who, flipped the script and made you reevaluate everything you thought was gridlocked. Who creates this panic in the streets? Who single-handedly changes the status quo?
Action Wrestling in engulfed in a season of change. The pandemic has arrived in our halls. Someone arrived and broke all the rules. Someone has the balls to dive in, headfirst, and create the biggest splash!
But it came as a surprise.
It was a threat you never envisioned.
One year ago, someone came along that changed the course of Action Wrestling forever.
Who was this mysterious “patient-zero”?
Who changed everything?
Lissie…
‘Fuckin…
Hope.
Think about it for a second. Let this swim around in your mind.
Every member of the fairer sex who tried to raise the platform of female excellence in a wrestling ring could never break through the glass ceiling. You all observed a year and a half of mere potential, from Lisa Foster to L Verez, from Karlie Nash to Kennedy Matthews…
...from Casey Holliday to Bonnie Blue…
Not one of these leading ladies in Action Wrestling history managed to change the game. They played by the rules, comfortable biding their time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce. And they tried to assert their dominance, and rely on the legendary status they had forged before they arrived in these halls, only to find that they weren’t equipped to survive when they swam with the sharks.
They only had hope.
But they never lived it.
They never breathed it.
I embody the hope they craved.
I epitomize the hope they covet.
I did what nobody else could. I came into this company one year ago almost to the fuckin’ day and took on every challenge laid at my feet to become the only woman in the best sixteen Action Wrestling had to offer and competed in the Turmoil tournament.
I made it all the way to the final four, to the semi-finals of the gauntlet that would test our might, to show the world who was the best in this industry.
I won the vote for Female Wrestler of the Year in a fuckin’ landslide.
And despite all odds, I moved mountains... and I broke the ground we walk on. I soared through the sky and flew to the moon when I did the unthinkable. The unprecedented.
I am Miss All-In.
And I am a World Champion.
And I did it on my own.
All within a calendar year.
For the first time in Action Wrestling's storied history, here stands a true revolutionary. A radical who didn’t give-a-fuck about your comfort; a cutting-edge visionary who tore through your walls; and now, you’ve finally got an innovator. A pioneer. And it’s me.
Lissie.
‘Fuckin.
Hope!
I scorched this earth.
And now look at the state of this company.
Estrella Luiz is the longest-reigning Television Champion in history.
Alice and Rion Hearts have unblemished records.
Olive Adler and Geri Miller and Allison Riggs-Preston are constantly in the thick of it for the Tag Team Championships.
Adelaide Ainsworth is the number one contender for the World Championship, for fuck’s sake.
All of these women making their names known in Action Wrestling owe gratitude to the one who changed the game. To the one who climbed to the top of the mountain before anyone else could lay stake to that credit.
I… am responsible for all of you!
But it didn’t come without challenges. Without enemies who were tryin’a stomp on my neck and prove me a liar. And it all started when I achieved what only one other could ever claim. What only one other has ever done.
I am standing on equal footing with the best… ever.
The longest-reigning, defending, World Heavyweight Champion of Action Wrestling…
The best to ever grace an Action Wrestling ring...
Ryan Lockhart…
...he shares this badge of honor… with me!
And you can try to discredit me. You can talk about the seven days as if they ain’t seven days you ain’t been working towards since the minute you signed your fuckin’ contracts. But even beyond those seven days as the flag-bearer of Action Wrestling, standing as the face of Action Wrestling, I’ve still got 365 on you. 365 days that only a select elite can even compare with. 365 days that you will never be able to take away from me.
365 days of excellence.
The best rookie season anyone has ever fuckin’ had in this industry.
So stop fuckin’ trying.
Because I hold all the cards.
When I decide to change the game… again…
You bet your ass you’ll never see it comin’.
But you’ll look back at all the signs later and think, damn…
I should’ve seen it all along.
III | I don’t belong to anyone;
But everybody knows my name.
18 AUG
LISSIE ALL ALONE ON TOP OF THE LADDER.
SHE REACHES UP.
LISSIE UNHOOKS THE BRIEFCASE.
LISSIE HOPE IS ... ALL-IN.
Lissie, Miss All-In.
Only the second in history who defied the odds, who climbed the ladder, who asserted herself into the upper echelon of this roster.
And because of that, I decide when Action Wrestling needs to be led in a different direction.
You all might envy this position.
You all might wish you had this card to play.
But I’ve earned that right.
I always told myself that I’m going to use this rationally. I’m going to look at all avenues before I decide to permanently affix my name to the top of this industry as only the third two-time World Champion in Action Wrestling history - all in the span of 365 and change.
I was never going to do it foolishly.
I was never going to be reactionary.
And because I decided to be smart about the fuckin’ thing, one-by-one, people called me a coward.
It began with Alex Richards, and his short-sightedness extended to people like Johnny Stylez, but let’s be fuckin’ real. Stylez proved soon thereafter that Action Wrestling was beyond his depth. Meanwhile, Alex Richards became a fuckin’ broke-down lackey for a greedy piece of shit who ended up fuckin’ him over.
Serves him right.
Our fearless leader Gravedigger stood in the middle of the ring, and screamed in my face, claiming I was a fuckin’ jobber. He never wanted me to rise to the top of the company he built, but I gave him no other choice!
Dandy DiVito hired a mercenary and engaged me in a battle of psychological warfare but when it came time to collect, all his bluster came crashing down before him as he failed to retain the World Championship and was forced to strap it around my waist himself. It was his duty to king me.
But the level of disrespect hurled at me since I won the briefcase… fuck, man. Y'all ain't got no idea. With every attempt at hijacking it from my grip, with every loss on account of an enemy, with every championship opportunity ripped from my fingertips -- you pummeled my confidence down to the stump. I won’t lie, I was this close to giving it up. All of it, from my pride, to my career… hell, my fuckin’ life. I began to resent the biggest thing that separates me from you, the achievement that puts me in a class you’ll never reach. I didn’t want it anymore. This pressure. This responsibility.
But I came out on the other side stronger than ever. What you didn’t realize was that you only served as the tests that I needed to prove to you, and to myself, that I was ready to pull the trigger.
You helped me.
You gave me the tools.
You created a killer.
And you’re gonna fuckin’ regret it.
Corey Bull, the mind-fuckery, the emotional terrorism, the dolls… you used them as a vehicle to get under my skin, to remove my focus from the prize. I wanted so desperately to avenge the way I was robbed of my championship that I didn’t even realize what your bigger plan at work was. You can shout from the rooftops all you want that you wanted to unveil me for the fraudulent hero that you think I am, but your mission failed, Corey.
You gave me clarity.
You rebuilt my confidence, so much that I went on to the next coattail-rider that followed you, who decided to inject himself in my challenge for the United States Championship. A match I had won, a title I should have added to my waist.
Kevin Bishop had the same declaration as you.
He wanted to unmask me, rip the veil from my head, expose me for the liar he thought I was. But the thing about the current incarnation of Kevin Bishop is that he’s so far removed from the messiah role he played so long before that he’s forgotten who he is. So everything he said about me rang false because he didn’t even believe it himself. So how can he expect anyone to take him seriously these days? No, he only served one purpose. The same one you did, Corey.
He was there to prepare me.
He didn’t even fuckin’ realize it.
And you’re that last piece of the puzzle, Odin.
Your violence and your brutality has only taught me.
You taught me to be ruthless
You taught me that no matter if I do things the right way, it wouldn’t cause me to bloom.
Because even though you’re a slimy bastard who places his hands around the throat of someone these fans are behind, they still cheered for you. They buy my t-shirts, my cameos, they buy tickets to see me…
But none of that even matters, does it?
It doesn’t matter if I take time out my schedule to grant wishes for dying kids. It doesn’t matter if I blaze the trail for all of their daughters to follow in my footsteps. Up until this point, I’ve chosen not to take the cheap way out.
I’ve been the hero they said they wanted.
Something they could emulate, and stand behind, and they’ve been with me every step of the way as I catapulted to the moon.
The thing, though?
They shouldn’t have been.
They’ve only delayed the inevitable.
I’m rising above, but it’s not because of them.
I’m finally realizing what I should’ve seen all along.
They’ve held me back!
And finally, I’m leaving all'a you, and all'a them, burning in my trail!
Goodbye: Lissie, the hero.
Enter: Lissie, the killer.
You’ve all contributed to the rise of a champion.
Dandy DiVito was the architect.
Corey Bull was the catalyst.
Kevin Bishop was the validation.
Odin Balfore is the clarity.
Action Wrestling fanatics have been the anchor.
But now, as the seconds tick, there’s only one head I see in the scope.
Only one face in the middle of the crosshairs.
Frank Venable.
I always thought this journey was dictated by the lessons I’ve learned from all of the enemies I’ve vanquished to this point. I always thought I owed my faithful a hero to stand behind.
But now I see clearly.
Now my fate is crystallized.
I loaded the round in the chamber.
And I will be the one who squeezes the trigger.
They... only showed me how the rifle works.
IV | Got your finger on the trigger;
But your trigger finger’s mine.
I wasn’t sure I was ready until right now.
Right at this moment.
I’m taking the killshot, Frank, and there’s nothing you can fuckin’ do about it.
I had you in the scope once before, but I was coming from a different perspective. I had the title wrapped around my waist already, and I thought I was invincible. I was shining the brightest I’d ever been in my life, having won the title fairly and cleanly and without controversy and without having to use my briefcase. So I underestimated you, not only as a competitor, but I underestimated your propensity to be callous. To be cold-blooded.
You’ve never apologized for taking the title from my waist despite Alex Richards and Dandy DiVito fucking me out of it. You’ve never shown even an inkling of remorse! And somehow, you’re still the face of Action Wrestling?
Well, it’s time I do something about it.
Because you aren’t a good man, Frank.
You are opportunistic.
You’re a fraud.
You are not the example that you shout to the rafters.
I tried to be good.
I tried to be a little like Frank Venable.
And it bit me in the fuckin’ ass.
But I’ve learned the error of my ways. I’ve learned that everyone who tries to sink their fangs into your neck is doing it for a reason. Their motives might be born from jealousy, from envy, but now I’m seeing that everything happens for reasons beyond the obvious.
There’s symbology in every war we fight, if our heads our clear enough to see it. If we aren’t our own worst fuckin’ enemy, we can learn to push forward, to use the lessons we’ve learned, to cement our place at the top of this industry.
It doesn’t matter that you’re the current champion, Frank.
I would’ve done the same thing to whoever happened to hold the belt when I learned all the lessons I needed to accept the realization that I’m finally the killer I was always meant to be. The one they saw the second I signed my name on that contract. The one they knew would change the game.
This ain’t even about you, Frank.
I’m not gonna lie, it’s gonna feel really fuckin’ good to rob you of the the championship that you robbed of me, but were too much of a fuckin’ coward to admit. Too much of a chicken-shit cock-sucker to give me my rematch that I deserved.
But I’ll promise you one thing.
Perhaps you can maintain a semblance of dignity after this chapter in your career is over, because you can always revert back to the notion that you had no way to stop it. That I was going to do this regardless of who was the current champion.
Because this is my destiny. My fate.
Nobody will take this away from me.
V | Sorry.
Sorry.
I’m so sorry.
(Sike).
I would’ve loved to do this to Odin Balfore for stealing my crowning moment and powerbombing me on 11/11.
I would die to do this to Dandy DiVito because he’s a piece of shit and we still have unfinished business.
It would’ve been orgasmic to do this to Corey Bull or Kevin Bishop but neither of them are good enough.
So it has to be you, Frank.
You’re still the hero these fans are behind.
You’re still the hope they blindly follow.
So I’m here to break the glass ceiling and leave no doubt that I’m the best in Action Wrestling history.
I’m here to break the hearts of every single one of your fans who cums their boxers every time you deliver a headshot.
I’m here to break the spirit of the man who doesn’t deserve to hold the distinction of World Champion.
So this is it, Frank.
There wasn’t any other way this was going to go.
I’m sorry it has be to be this way, right after you sign your contract for Battlefield. I’m sorry I’m going to have to sneak up on you and wreck your fuckin’ world.
Wait…
...no, I’m not.
You knew this was comin’, and I don’t feel bad for you. Not even a little bit. When you hear my music hitting, and you see your life flashing before your eyes, and you swallow your fuckin’ hopes and dreams, just remember to make room for your balls: I'm rippin' 'em off, shoving 'em through your clenched teeth, and throat-fucking you till you admit you like it!
This is my championship.
It always has been.
Thank you for keeping it warm, Frankie.
But step aside, and make room for the bad guy.
'Cause no one needs your ass anymore.
EPILOGUE | By the way.
You’ve been uninvited.
Lissie Hope© v Adelaide Ainsworth
Battlefield: BattleBowl
