The Psychothic file (Jesse LeBeau)

[prank]

Roach: Well while Demon's Night was a truly awesome PPV we are asking ourselves one question, what was done of Prank and Undone? The Psych Ward?

BuZZ: Fans we went off-air but here we have an explanation of what happened

Footage is rolled.... We see all the police force, even the corrupt cops jumping on Prank and Undone while they celebrate their victory over Nick and Jesse who manage to escape.

We see footage where Undone is shot a dart like if he was a wild beast and Prank is severly beaten by the two corrupt cops

Terrible footage fans, but we have good news, Ingrid Irwin has been released of all charges, but her partner Charles Carrison a.k.a Undone has been charged, he'll spent a good time inside prison fans.

But another good news, Ingrid has been cured of her Dissociative identity disorder which means that the dreadful Prank will never appear again as we all hope.

Yet there is another bad new concerning Ingrid's mental health, while she's cured of DID she has been diagnosed with: Paranoid personality disorder, Antisocial personality disorder, Clinical depression and Schizophrenia. We know that they aren't warmful news but atleast Prank will not appear again, however Ingrid Irwin is now a complete deranged woman with paranoid ideas and a total disregard for law or human life.

But Prank is gone ;D

After giving this "calming" news A new footage starts rolling, it's a graveyard and someone is there making noise with a shovel.. Suddenly we hear a crack and we see a broken tombstone, a second crack and we see an open crypt, a third crack and there is a casket open.... Suddenly we see the shovel crashing the crypt window as some figure there opens the light, it's Ingrid, dressed in a loose straight jacket

Jesse LeBeau... You costed me everything.... EVERYTHING! You are just like everyone there, you want to hurt me, you want to see me bleed... Guess what. I want the same deal too, my friend. MY ONLY FRIEND is in jail, and I am free.... Yet I have to wear this straight jacket Jesse.... This Straight jacket simbolizes how my childhood and my teenhood was... Opressed... OPRESSED!!!!

And what am I seeing in this graveyard.... Guys with money... Guys buried with money... The money I didn't had.... The money that I needed and the money that put me into crime...

People tends to stereotype hillbilles... They are funny in T.V... But Jesse... when you live in a trailer park near and industrial zone WHERE THE WORD FUTURELESS IS PAINTED WITHIN THE AIR YOU BREATH!!!!...... there is no stereotype... There is just grief....

Grief..... Jesse and Nick... I envy you... You are everything I wish I was... But since I can't achieve what you are because of this damn straightjacket.... I am gonna destroy everything you two have.. And I'll start by you Jesse...

Maybe it's not today, maybe it's not tomorrow.... But a grave is empty... And it has your name! HAHAHAHAHA!

the camera fades away from Ingrid.... to show a blood written epitaph: "Jessica LeBeau... Died for being everything I wasn't" the camera moves away as we see something that remembers a corpse that it appears to have been beaten by Ingrid... The fans and the announcers are speechless as they wait for Jesse to settle things up.

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Roach: Well that was a WTF moment.

The fans start cheering for Jesse to emmerge and answer Ingrid's challege.

Buzz: A WTF moment. Thar was just sick. We're waiting on a responce from Jesse . Will she answer the sadistic challenge Ingrid layed down?

After a few long minutes of waiting the crowd is obviously getting restless.

I'm getting word from the back.

Roach grabs a mic

It seems Jesse isn't here tonight. It looks like Ingrid's going to have to wait on her answer.

The crowd seems angry as the boos slowly start to get louder.

Hey don't shoot the messenger I'm just telling you what I know . The show must go on folks.

The next segment was just about to get underway when all of a sudden the lights went out in the arena.

Now What?

Looks like someone forgot to pay the electric bill.

Up on the monitor a clip starts rolling.

A light mist begins to fall as the night closes in around the city of New Orleans. A lone figure (that is if you don't count the cameraman thats following her) makes her way out of the door of the lovely old house on Orleans Street. It's a short nine block walk from here to Saint Charles avenue. From there a short cable care ride to her final destination. A mini - vacation if you'de put it that way. It was good to be home, a short trip just before Takedown, but first a little side trip.The wind begins to pick up blowing leaves across the way causing Jesse to wrap her long black coat around her figure as she walks down the street.

Oddly the streets seem abandoned you can here each footfall as her boots hit the stone street, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a scrap of paper as something falls to the floor, a phone? No, it looks more like a small box a pack of cigarettes? Who knows, it just might be. Jesse picks up the box and tucks it into her pocket. 1610 Saint Charles Ave. Antiques and gifts. Once inside the little shop she hands the man behind the counter some money and is handed two things. She turns and takes her way from the store to the nearby cable cars. It just starts to pull away as Jesse jumps up onto the back and grabs a bar.

A few blocks later she jumps off and heads through a nearby gate. In her hand a bag and a blood red rose. In this dismal dark place Jesse walks over to a beautiful statue of an angel. Jesse places the rose before it and backs away as she does the cameraman that was following her pans down the statue to the bottem.

Darien LeBeau 1960-2000

Happy Birt'day papa. You should be here, you should see how well yo' lil' girl grew up. No thanks to ma. I'm engaged now pa' you really like him if you could meet him. I got to go now. I gotta make one mo' stop before I head out again. Don't worry I promise yo' lil' girl'll be back soon.

Jesse took one last look at the statue before heading back out onto the street and hopped another cable car. After several minutes she disembarked and heads into another gated area.

Let's take a walk shall we.Ya know I might not be at the arena tonight but Ingred I heard every word you said. Beauty of sattelite feeds. Kind ogf like da one I'm usei'n right now. I can see how you'd blame me fo' you little friend gettin tranked and locked away. Everything, is my fault ain't it. You should really stop and think. If I was so against yo' ass and wanted to harm you don't you t'ink I coulda did it a whole hell of a lot sooner. I coulda handed yo' ass in and had this whole problem solved and had you outta my hair a long long time ago. Why am I gunna put myself through all dis trouble just fo' you. You did hit on one small thing we have in common though. Being oppressed.

o.k. granted I was born into money, I hated it. I acted out. I never liked da damn partys, stuck up snobs, and being waited on hand an' foot. Now Anyone in der right mind would give der left arm fo' da life I had. Hell even da life I have now...you for example. What you don't see is that my own "Family" hated me and shut me out. There was only one person who ever gave a damn about me when I was younger..an' he ain't he ain't here now.

Jesse pulls out the bag and walks around for a few minutes before folding her black coat around her and kneeling down.

Ingrid, let me let you in on a lil secret. Do ya know anyt'ing about New Orleans? Anything at all? Do you know what we known fo' down here. And no it ain't da food, da music, Mardi Gras, or even for crankin' out one of this states wors' mistakes ever... one miss Britney Spears. No suga' da one t'ing we known down here is fo' our gris gris. You know what I mean. Chants, spells, lil' dolls ya wanna stick pins in. Voodoo suga'.

Jesse lights two white candels, pulls a small vial from the bag and openes it pouring a red viscous liquid over each candle.

It all started wit Sanite’ DeDe the first voodoo queen of New Orleans to Marie Laveau who ain't all dat far from here, she is buried in St. Louis Cemetery # 1. To ths day it's still practiced. ..not as much but there are the select few. You wanna come out to a place similar to da one I sit in now and desecrate the graves of the innocent to send a message. Well guess what. I got the message loud and clear. But the end result, that I dont foresee ending in the manner you.

Jesse pulls out the pack from her pocket and takes out the cards within. she shuffeles them and places them before her.

See what my future hold ain't a grave.

She begins flipping the cards over one by one.

Strength, The ability to overcome future obstacles and have the courage and resolution to cope.

Justice, Taking responsibility for your life. Your decision will be right.

Ace of swords, Clear thinking brings success. Depicts plans put into place for future action. Clarity of thought, practical planning and clear focus on the desired goal.

You see I accept your lil' challenge. While I'm here maybe I should let you in on what I see in your future.

Jesse flips a single card over.



This match will be the end of one of us. From what I see it may not me be.

Jesse stands and from her jacket she pulls a single black rose. Places it on an old decrepid grave and knocks one of the now nearly extinguished candles onto the circle she made. The camera pulls back to show the flames burn .



The on screen image fades out slowly till the arena goes completly black with just Jesse's last words filling the arena.

Its going to be you and me, no rules, no count outs, no mercy and in the end one tortures soul will be put to rest.

[prank]

Roach: Hey that cript Jesse is next too I have the sensation I have seen it before.

BuZZ: It's the cript Ingrid is in!!!

Roach: Jesse run for your life!

Ingrid gets out of the cript and comes near to Jesse with a shovel in her hand. She freaks out Jesse by appearing behind her.

You can save the hokus pokus it doesn't scare me. I have seen reality it's something more scary than all the voodoo shit you can put Jesse... But you are right in one thing. One of us is gonna be gone forever....

And quite frankly I don't mind if it's me... Too much shit I have been put throught, too much pain for me to deal with... Jesse you are a selfish person, to eliminate me you are willing to risk leaving Nick Jones girlfriendless.... Phew not that I mind. But I gotta admit you have guts girl, you stood upon the corrupt cops... You are a heroine.

And what am I? A piece of fucking shit, a nutjob, nobody wants me here Jess... So try your best at killing me, Jess, do what is on your hands to make the world get rid of scum like me...

it's on your hands Jesse....

Ingrid then drops the shovel and depressively leaves the scene vanishing in the shadows.