DEA © vs Philly Air Raid

[Bondic]

Deadline is Jan 5th last chance is Jan 7th

3 rps max

[kinvar]

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the tree-lined streets of Shaker Heights, a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. Cruising through her hometown in the plush interior of her 2024 Rolls Royce Phantom, Jessica Tendonin felt a sense of nostalgia wash over her. The familiar sights of Shaker Heights, where she had her first wrestling matches in the greater Cleveland area, stirred memories of her humble beginnings in the local wrestling scene.

As the opening notes of "Took Her To The O" by King Von reverberated through the luxurious confines of the Phantom, Jessica's dark red hair caught the last rays of sunlight streaming through the windows. The beats of the rap music resonated with the pulse of the city, blending seamlessly with the nostalgic hum of the engine beneath her.

People strolled down the sidewalks, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of streetlights. A few heads turned as the Rolls Royce Phantom glided by, recognizing the hometown hero. Jessica nodded and waved in response, the connection between her and the community palpable even in the simple acknowledgment from passersby.

"Took her to the O, now that bitch can't go back. 50 shots up in this Glock, let this rollie melt her ass."

The lyrics seemed to echo the journey of Jessica Tendonin – taking her experiences from the streets of Shaker Heights to the grand stages of UHW and SCW, a journey that couldn't be reversed. The rhythm of the rap music matched the cadence of her thoughts as she navigated the streets where she had her first taste of wrestling glory.

Shaker Heights, with its elegant houses and tranquil ambiance, held the memories of her early days in the wrestling circuit. The city lights flickered like distant stars, and the lyrics of King Von became a lyrical backdrop to the tapestry of her reflections.

As the song transitioned, Jessica's mind shifted to the upcoming tag team match against Philly Air Raid. The beats became a rhythmic anticipation, mirroring the energy building up within her. She glanced at her surroundings – the local landmarks, the familiar faces, the venues that witnessed her rise from a novice wrestler to a global champion.

The Rolls Royce Phantom glided through the heart of Shaker Heights, past places that held significance in her journey – the small venues where she had her earliest matches, the gyms where she honed her craft, the neighborhoods where she built her reputation. Despite the accolades and championships, Jessica remained grounded, a hometown hero returning to her roots.

As she approached a red light, a group of fans at the corner recognized her. Excitement lit up their faces as they approached the car. Jessica rolled down the window, exchanging smiles and a few words with them. The connection was genuine, a testament to the impact she had on the community that witnessed her rise from the local rings of Shaker Heights to the grand arenas of professional wrestling.

The rap music continued to play, the beats guiding her through the streets of Shaker Heights. Each lyric, each note, became a part of the soundtrack to her journey, a journey that had brought her back to the very streets where she had her first matches.

The Rolls Royce Phantom came to a stop outside a local diner where she used to grab a quick bite after training sessions. The memories flooded back, and for a moment, Jessica was that young wrestler with dreams as big as the city around her.

She stepped out of the Phantom, the rap music lingering in the air as she exchanged greetings with a few more locals who recognized her. The anticipation for the tag team match next week blended with the nostalgia of being in Shaker Heights, a place where her story as a wrestler began.

Inside the diner, the familiar scent of comfort food enveloped her senses. The low hum of conversations and the clinking of dishes created a soothing backdrop. The owner, an older woman with a warm smile, welcomed Jessica.

"Jessica, it's been a while! The usual?" the owner asked, already knowing the answer.

"The usual sounds perfect, thank you," Jessica replied, taking a seat at the corner booth where she had spent countless hours planning her wrestling career.

As she waited for her meal, Jessica's mind wandered through time. She recalled the early days when she stepped into the wrestling ring for the first time in Cleveland. The challenges seemed insurmountable then, but each match was a lesson, each opponent a stepping stone.

The diner had witnessed her victories and setbacks, heard her dreams and aspirations. It was a place where she could reflect on her journey, a journey that now included multiple championships, global recognition, and a legacy that continued to grow.

Her thoughts turned to the upcoming tag team match against Philly Air Raid. The anticipation hung in the air, and Jessica couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. She knew the challenge that awaited her, but she welcomed it with the same determination that fueled her early days in Shaker Heights.

The bell above the entrance jingled, and a group of fans walked in, excited whispers spreading as they recognized Jessica. She exchanged smiles and greetings with them before returning to her thoughts. The diner had become a haven for the local wrestling community, a place where fans and wrestlers alike could share a meal and stories.

Her usual order arrived – a big corned beef on toasted rye with swiss and mustard, waffle fries, a pickle, and a lemonade. The familiar sight and aroma brought a sense of comfort, a connection to the routines that had accompanied her journey.

As Jessica savored each bite, the conversations around her shifted to wrestling. Fans discussed their favorite matches, speculated on upcoming events, and shared anecdotes from the local wrestling scene. Jessica joined in, reminiscing about the early days when every victory felt like conquering the world.

The owner approached the table, a glint of pride in her eyes. "Jessica, you've made Shaker Heights proud. Your success is a testament to hard work and determination."

"Thank you. Shaker Heights will always be a part of who I am," Jessica replied, genuine appreciation in her eyes.

The fans in the diner raised their glasses in a silent toast to Jessica, acknowledging her as a symbol of their community's resilience and success. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation for the upcoming match.

As Jessica finished her meal, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. The diner, with its familiar faces and comforting food, had provided the perfect backdrop for reflection and preparation. With a final nod to the owner and the fans, she stepped out into the night, ready to face the challenges that awaited her in the wrestling ring.

The Rolls Royce Phantom glided through the streets of Shaker Heights, the rap music once again filling the air. The lyrics now carried a different energy – one of determination and focus. Jessica Tendonin, the hometown hero, was on a journey that transcended the confines of the wrestling ring. Shaker Heights, with its warm embrace and unwavering support, had played a pivotal role in shaping her into the global champion she had become.

As the city lights faded in the rearview mirror, Jessica looked ahead to the next chapter of her wrestling career. The tag team match against Philly Air Raid awaited, and she approached it with the same passion and resilience that had defined her from the streets of Shaker Heights to the grand arenas of professional wrestling.


The Rolls Royce Phantom purred as Jessica left the diner in Shaker Heights, Ohio, her hometown. The fading sunlight bathed the city in warm hues as she embarked on a leisurely cruise through the streets of Cleveland. The rhythmic beats of rap music filled the car, setting the tone for a nostalgic journey.

Jessica turned onto Lee Road, reminiscing about her early wrestling days in local venues around the neighborhood. The familiar sights triggered memories of the passionate wrestling community that had supported her from the beginning.

Cruising down Warrensville Center Road, she marveled at the diversity of the Shaker Heights community. The memories of her victories and challenges intertwined with the city's streets, creating a unique tapestry of her wrestling journey.

Jessica continued onto Mayfield Road, crossing over to Coventry Road, a vibrant neighborhood known for its eclectic mix of shops and restaurants. The energy of the streets resonated with the beats of the rap music, evoking the spirit of celebration after triumphant matches.

As she merged onto Euclid Avenue, Jessica passed through the heart of Cleveland, reliving the moments of her rise to wrestling stardom. The towering buildings and bustling streets symbolized the heights she had reached in her career.

Turning onto East 9th Street, Jessica traversed downtown Cleveland, passing iconic landmarks like the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Progressive Field. The city lights illuminated the path, casting a glow on the memories of championship victories and the cheers of the passionate fans.

Continuing down Carnegie Avenue, she crossed the Cuyahoga River on the Lorain-Carnegie Bridge, enjoying the scenic views. The ambient sounds of the city merged with the rap music, creating a soundtrack that encapsulated the essence of her Cleveland journey.

Jessica navigated West 25th Street, appreciating the diversity of neighborhoods she had encountered. The eclectic tapestry of Cleveland unfolded before her, a visual representation of the chapters of her wrestling career.

As the night deepened, Jessica's Rolls Royce Phantom smoothly glided through the streets. She passed through Detroit Avenue, the final stretch of her impromptu tour, and parked in a familiar spot. The rap music faded away, leaving the quiet hum of the city as Jessica took a moment to appreciate the journey that had brought her back to where it all began.

Jessica Tendonin waited for only a few minutes, the growl of a revving engine signaling Brian Kennedy's arrival. The Nissan Skyline she had gifted him years ago pulled up, its sleek design a stark contrast to the opulence of Jessica's Rolls Royce. Brian stepped out, a laid-back swagger in his movements, wearing the demeanor of a streetwise hustler.

"Hey, Jess! Ready to drop some bomb-ass promos?" Brian's voice held a streetwise edge, his words carrying a charisma that resonated with the gritty world they navigated.

Jessica grinned, acknowledging the unspoken code between them. "Absolutely, Brian. Let's hit 'em with that raw, unfiltered energy."

As they exchanged a few words about their day, Brian leaned against the Skyline, exuding a confident nonchalance. The camaraderie between them was palpable, forged in the crucible of tag team battles and shared victories.

With the city lights flickering in the background, Jessica and Brian strolled into the studio she owned. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and the walls adorned with posters of their most brutal matches set the stage for the promo they were about to lay down.

Jessica fired up the recording equipment, a subtle nod from Brian signaling the beginning of their verbal onslaught. "Alright, Brian, let's hit 'em with the real deal. Show 'em why we're the baddest duo in this game."

Brian, the embodiment of street-smart charisma, flashed a grin. "Hell yeah, Jess. We're gonna make 'em feel it. Remind these bastards why we are where we are."

As the recording commenced, Jessica and Brian are seen watching the tag match between Philly Air Raid and Bishop and Eric, where the former came up short. Brian looks into the camera.

Brian: I don't know what Jess has to say, but what I have to say right now is short and to the point. Neither of you two clowns has what it takes when it comes to Our Titles. We laid a simple challenge out, and over a month's span, no one wanted to answer. Then at the PPV, you two come on and demand a shot when we had an open challenge. All you two had to do is show up.

He paces back and forth.

Brian: You know who the two of you sound like? Fuckin' Dean Tyler and his clown troops over at NEW. And you wanna know where that’s gotten them? Nowhere. And you know why?

He puts his hand on Jessica’s shoulder.

Brian: Because we don’t lose. I sure as hell know I don’t. And neither does she. We put our minds to something and we achieve it, no matter the cost. And now you think you have what it takes. You don’t have a snowball's chance in hell. Nobody out of your entire Trio could beat the two of us, not even all three of you at once. We are ready. I just hope the two of you have been getting ready for the massive beating you're about to receive from our hands.

He nods at Jessica to give her turn at Philly Air Raid. The darkened room pulsated with an ominous energy as Jessica Tendonin took center stage. The harsh spotlight accentuated the fierce determination etched on her face, and her red hair seemed to catch fire in the shadows. The camera focused intently, capturing every nuance of her disdain.

"Philly Air Raid," she sneered, the venom dripping from her words like acid. "You pair of delusional amateurs are in way over your heads. Do you honestly believe you can step into the same ring as us and come out unscathed? You're about to learn that this isn't a game – it's a brutal, unforgiving battleground, and you're nothing more than fresh meat waiting to be devoured."

Jessica's voice rose, a crescendo of aggression reverberating through the room. "You've been parading around, pretending like you're some kind of force to be reckoned with. Well, let me burst your bubble, Philly Air Raid. You're nothing but a couple of glorified jobbers, a sideshow act that should've never made it past the kiddie pool."

She circled, the intensity of her gaze burning through the lens. "I've faced giants, conquered legends, and held titles that would make your heads spin. And here you are, thinking you can challenge me? The audacity! You're not even on my level, and when we step into that ring, it's going to be painfully obvious."

Jessica paused, her smirk a sinister punctuation to her verbal onslaught. "Prepare yourselves for a masterclass in pain. I'm going to make you regret ever lacing up those boots. Philly Air Raid, your little fantasy of making a mark in this business is about to crumble. You'll be gasping for air, grasping at the remnants of your shattered aspirations."

The room seemed to vibrate with the raw aggression in Jessica's voice. "I've crushed dreams before, but yours? Yours will be a spectacle. Each bone-crushing move, every slam, and every submission will be a harsh reminder that you were never meant for the big leagues. Philly Air Raid, when the dust settles, you'll be nothing more than a cautionary tale – a warning to those who dare to think they can step into the ring with greatness."

She stared directly into the camera, the intensity unwavering. "Get ready to be humiliated, dismantled, and utterly destroyed. Philly Air Raid, welcome to your worst nightmare, because in that ring, you're going to realize why they call me the Queen of Carnage. Brace yourselves for the beating of a lifetime, and remember, you asked for this."

As Jessica's aggressive tirade echoed through the room, the aura of hostility lingered, leaving no room for doubt – Philly Air Raid was about to face a storm, and Jessica Tendonin was the unrelenting force at its center. Jessica bumped fists with Brian as the scene faded to black.