Post by Kasey Kash on Sept 29, 2022 1:47:53 GMT
We fade backstage, right before the gorilla position. Amy Porter is standing by as Jessi Ozborne steps over to them to make her way out to the ring. Just like a Pokemon Trainer waiting for a battle, Amy Porter swoops in on Jessi the moment she turns the corner.
Amy Porter: Ms. Ozborne, a sec of your time please?
Jessi rolls her eyes.
Jessi Ozborne: What?
Amy Porter: I just wanted to get your thoughts on tonight’s match?
Jessi Ozborne: Be more specific.
Amy Porter: Well…this is the first World Championship opportunity you’ve ever had in your professional career so far, are you nervous to be going up against a champion as fearsome as M.U.D.?
Jessi scoffs.
Jessi Ozborne: Nerves are those who lack confidence in their abilities. Look at me, Amy. Do I look unconfident to you? No. Because while some may see this as just an “opportunity”, I see this as a long overdue recognition of my skills. As for our World Champion going in, I’ll admit Dunne has a lot going for him. Dude’s tough as fuck. I’ve been studying tape. Dude throws a good hook, can take a hit like nothing, he’s not a wrestler…he’s a fighter, the kind that I truly enjoy. There’s a reason why he’s holding that belt…
A pause from Jessi. Amy looks to cut through the awkward silence, attempting to get more words out of Jessi.
Amy Porter: And what reason would—
Jessi Ozborne: Shut the fuck up, Amy! I wasn’t done talking!
Amy proceeds to shut the fuck up.
Jessi Ozborne: …and that reason is because he didn’t have to face someone like me. See…Haruka Fukuhara…Martin West…the one bitch that got shamed into hiding over women’s rights…they don’t stack up to Jessi FUCKING Ozborne. They all take their little nerf shots and still miss. Hell, The Ice Empreror got her shot in TWICE, once when the champ didn’t even see her coming. Where’d it get her though, Amy?
Amy remains silent, not wanting to speak in fear of Jessi yelling at her again. Jessi grows impatient with this.
Jessi Ozborne: I said where the fuck did it get her, Amy?
Amy Porter: W-well if I recall correctly—
Jessi Ozborne: Wrong! Shut the fuck up, cause I’m about to tell you.
Amy once again proceeds to shut the fuck up.
Jessi Ozborne: It left The Ice Emperor's little frozen palace just a puddle of piss on the mat. See…the little kiddies can keep taking their rubber dart shots all they want. It’s cute, honestly…But Jessi Ozborne doesn’t fucking miss, so when I step in that ring tonight?
Jessi raises her hand into a finger gun, pointing it at Amy's head.
Jessi Ozborne: Click, click…boom…headshot…
Just then, HEALTH’S ”INNOCENCE” begins to play over the PA, with Jessi immediately reacting.
Jessi Ozborne: Game time. Au revoir, Amy. You’re dismissed.
Jessi condescendly pats Amy on the head, before taking off up the steps leading to the curtain.
Amy Porter: Ms. Ozborne, a sec of your time please?
Jessi rolls her eyes.
Jessi Ozborne: What?
Amy Porter: I just wanted to get your thoughts on tonight’s match?
Jessi Ozborne: Be more specific.
Amy Porter: Well…this is the first World Championship opportunity you’ve ever had in your professional career so far, are you nervous to be going up against a champion as fearsome as M.U.D.?
Jessi scoffs.
Jessi Ozborne: Nerves are those who lack confidence in their abilities. Look at me, Amy. Do I look unconfident to you? No. Because while some may see this as just an “opportunity”, I see this as a long overdue recognition of my skills. As for our World Champion going in, I’ll admit Dunne has a lot going for him. Dude’s tough as fuck. I’ve been studying tape. Dude throws a good hook, can take a hit like nothing, he’s not a wrestler…he’s a fighter, the kind that I truly enjoy. There’s a reason why he’s holding that belt…
A pause from Jessi. Amy looks to cut through the awkward silence, attempting to get more words out of Jessi.
Amy Porter: And what reason would—
Jessi Ozborne: Shut the fuck up, Amy! I wasn’t done talking!
Amy proceeds to shut the fuck up.
Jessi Ozborne: …and that reason is because he didn’t have to face someone like me. See…Haruka Fukuhara…Martin West…the one bitch that got shamed into hiding over women’s rights…they don’t stack up to Jessi FUCKING Ozborne. They all take their little nerf shots and still miss. Hell, The Ice Empreror got her shot in TWICE, once when the champ didn’t even see her coming. Where’d it get her though, Amy?
Amy remains silent, not wanting to speak in fear of Jessi yelling at her again. Jessi grows impatient with this.
Jessi Ozborne: I said where the fuck did it get her, Amy?
Amy Porter: W-well if I recall correctly—
Jessi Ozborne: Wrong! Shut the fuck up, cause I’m about to tell you.
Amy once again proceeds to shut the fuck up.
Jessi Ozborne: It left The Ice Emperor's little frozen palace just a puddle of piss on the mat. See…the little kiddies can keep taking their rubber dart shots all they want. It’s cute, honestly…But Jessi Ozborne doesn’t fucking miss, so when I step in that ring tonight?
Jessi raises her hand into a finger gun, pointing it at Amy's head.
Jessi Ozborne: Click, click…boom…headshot…
Just then, HEALTH’S ”INNOCENCE” begins to play over the PA, with Jessi immediately reacting.
Jessi Ozborne: Game time. Au revoir, Amy. You’re dismissed.
Jessi condescendly pats Amy on the head, before taking off up the steps leading to the curtain.