Post by leethality101 on Sept 12, 2023 0:54:06 GMT -5
THIS
IS
AWESOME
Who'd of thought that I'd go from out of nowhere with an industry shaking victory to become the FIRST This IS AWESOME Women's Champion to being a part of one of the MOST anticipated Total Drama Island gimmicks going today; the World Series Of Wrestling!
Or is it Last Man Standing now?
Either way, the name's fittin' as all hell as I had to be the LAST BISH STANDING to win the strap!
IS
AWESOME
Who'd of thought that I'd go from out of nowhere with an industry shaking victory to become the FIRST This IS AWESOME Women's Champion to being a part of one of the MOST anticipated Total Drama Island gimmicks going today; the World Series Of Wrestling!
Or is it Last Man Standing now?
Either way, the name's fittin' as all hell as I had to be the LAST BISH STANDING to win the strap!
This Is Awesome Promotions.
Who in their right minds would have ever thought that a boorish little girl from Perth would end up representing one of the largest professional wrestling entities as the one, and first, of it's champions? Easy answer; nobody had thought it was possible nor did they still think it so. At least, if the plethora of differing looks were any indication than it seemed like she was still very much looked down upon. Undoubtedly something so shallow like that was going to happen as that's just how the industry was; World Champion or you don't matter.
Fuck 'em/
Fuck ALL of them.
This Is Awesome Women's Champion and still considered an underdog that got lucky? Fine, but they would soon choke on those silly notions as when she did the supposed "impossible" once again to end up as the Last Bish Standing! However,as grand as all of that was, it did not change the simple fact that the peppery pugilist was completely lost despite having been provided a map beforehand. Well, the truth was that she wasn't lost but rather she hadn't quite left the Kayfabe Airlines Terminal and she had been attempting to decipher the map she held; large duffel bag slung a shoulder as a larger suitcase sat at her feet.
Jessie: Fuckin' hell, this reads like a bloody pokemap.....
Near as she could tell, there was a metric ton of different things available for everybody to use; it was almost frightening! Clearly money wasn't much of an issue with this little competition; maybe the fact that it was a private island was a clue? Nonetheless, she slipped her cellphone from it's pocket and flicked a thumb across the screen in order to answer the incoming call that she'd been expecting.
Jessie: Y'ello! Everything going smooth, Craigairy?
Craig; she only knew him as such; was the assistant and primary liaison for a little group that had recently began taking Action Wrestling by storm/ For the uninitiated they were Tailor Made For Greatness, but to her they were a pathway to success. Presentation, appearance, media, and seemingly unfounded confidence were all things that Mister Craigairy were helping her with and the smooth setup and scheduling for Last Man Standing and Monday Night Clash were done in large part thanks to his efforts.
Craig: Again with the "Craigairy" thing. It's Craig! Just. CRAIG.
Jessie: Alright, just Craig, quit your bellyaching and get to the point. I ain't sure how long I got till some spooky dude pops out of some bush to take my phone or somethin'.
Craig: Why would they do that? It's a reality show competition; not some c-list horror flick.
Jessie: Yeah, right up until they decide the show needs that little extra flavor of The Most Dangerous Game shit.
Craig: Yeah, yeah keep deluding yourself. Anyway, I'm just checking in to make sure things are square and that you'l be able to make to Florida next week for your match against Chase Jackson.
Jessie: The fuck is Chase Jackson?
Craig: Longtime journeyman with multiple Television Championships under his belt.
Jessie: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
Craig: Listen, I'll give you the full scoop when you're able to fly out for the promotional package. Ust make sure you don't blow the lid off Last Man Standing before it even starts. Control yourself, yeah?
Rolling her eyes,Jessie couldn't help but feel a tad disappointed. Did he still think she wasn't trustworthy enough to handle things on her own? She, who had left her home to travel the bloody fucking world as a professional wrestler without a second thought?
......he had a fair point......
Jessie: I'll try my best, but if a single bish here starts feelin' froggy than you sure as fuck know I'm gonna bop them. Self-defense and whatnot.
Craig: So long that's ALL it is.
Jessie:.......
Craig: Miss Lee.......I'm serious here. Don't start anything that'll get you kicked from the show. This is a massive opportunity for both yourself and TMFG. Show some serious results here and things will begin to open up even more so than they are now.. Stay disciplined and stay focused.
Jessie: Yeah, yeah, yeaaaaaaaah; I get what you're sayin' an' I'll do my best not to tear a bish's head off. Though I suspect that might be a tad harder to keep from doin' as things move forward.
Craig: Such is the way of reality television.
Jessie: Somethin' like it anyway. But, I gotta go otherwise I'll never the layout of this big ol' Pokemon Go park they got cooked up here. Later Craiger!
Craig: Pokemon Go Park?
Ignoring the clear puzzlement in his voice, Jessie cut the call and went back to studying the map. First and foremost, there were a whole lot of bars available; The Arm Bar causing her to chuckle. Other than that it seemed like a whole bunch of nothing when it came to things she cared about. Sure a spa was nice and the training facilities were a big boon, but other than that there really wasn't much the interested her at the moment. She'd have to to take a deep look into things once she had gotten settled, of that there was no dispute.
Unknown male: Miss Lee?
Snapping her head back, she glared at whom ever was stupid enough to interrupt her benign reverie; eyes narrowed in suspicious.
Jessie: The hell you want? Ya ain't here to take my celly are ya?
Unknown male: Well.....no.
Jessie: Good. Cause I'd sooner kill ya then hand it over.
Shifting uncomfortably, the man awkwardly cleared his throat.
Unknown male: I'm just here to pick you up from the terminal and give you a brief tour.
Jessie: You are?
Upon closer inspection it seemed like she had very nearly jumped the gun with her anger. By all accounts the supposed tour guide looked the part and didn't seem like much outside of the fancy trappings of the uniform he wore. Boy, she almost goofed that one up!
Jessie: Right. Well lead on Mister......
Unknown male: Roberts. John Roberts.
Jessie: Lead on Mister Roberts.
Talk about generic names; amirite?
Regardless of the simplicity one ones name, Jessie extended the handle of her rolling suitcase; following after her guide as he lead the way.