Post by Jesse Jamester on Dec 27, 2020 19:06:59 GMT -5
“Tisk tisk tisk”
Disappointment in the voice of the uniquely nick named Lizard King Jesse Jamester. Sitting in the locker room by himself, a fresh glaze of sweat running down his neck and chest, as he unwraps his hands and grabs a towel from the bench he’s sitting on.
Jesse Jamester: Suppose I’m to do the veteran thing and wish these two good luck aye? Northern Pro Does New Years, and I’m suppose to say I look back on this year – and am so delighted and thankful for all the opportunities – yadda yadda YADDA!
Throwing the towel behind him after wiping his face off, Jesse stands up, and whoever is recording this zooms out to get a full shot of the room and Jesse, before focusing back in on his torso.
Jesse Jamester: I’m not thankful for a damn thing because I had to EARN my spot and I continue to do so! Bryan Chase, you stuck your nose in the Syndicate’s business… Can’t say that was an intelligent way of getting ahead of the curve here in Northern Pro. Nah, no its about to cost you a career highlight – cause you are going to be visiting poor ole’ Mav on the injured reserve list. Why am I wasting my breath on you? Some no-name geek trying to get a pop to sell a few shirts, well shirts are gone, line on up for the future of Tag Team wrestling ladies and germs!
Reaching down under the bench, we see Jesse pull out a few shirts, the first of which, he holds up to his chest, draping it across his torso – where it sticks due to the sweat he was still glistening with. In the middle we see the Superman symbol inverted with black on the inside and Red tracing it – Syndicate written below it in a beveled font with three horses riding off in the superman S.
Jesse Jamester: We have a license to print money aye! What do you got? Some measly morale complex to stand up against the unstoppable, no- the almighty – no too god-y, up against THEE best in the damn business of putting boots to faces and elbows to throats! Son, you may have impressed someone up top with your athletic display, hell you may be the fancy of someone’s daughter who asked for you by name, but by gawd, you chose the WRONG night to pick an enemy in the Syndicate! Hell hath no fury like the apocalypses of power bombs we are about to deliver to you Chase! When we are finished with you, the whole northern providence is going to call for the military, to come stop the behemoth Scott Steel and myself, and call it a national emergency, for the way we got away with murder on national television aye. Statin facts, keep up.
Pulling the shirt from his chest, Jesse reaches back into his bag and pulls out the hat, he pulls it over his head and smiles.
Jesse Jamester: As for you Joseph Mack – I have something a bit more personal for you in mind. After we dispose of Chase’s body, I’m going to save the lesson in respect, for you. What you did, sticking your big ugly snot breathing nose in our business, it comes full circle this week. I hope you made your New Years Resolutions, wrote them down and sent them home to your family. When this is all said and done Mack, you’re going to need your relatives to read those back to you, so you can figure out what year it is.
The hat Jesse sports says “Syndicate, Be the Best, Fuck the Rest” and has Dane’s middle finger on the bill as you lean the hat back.
Jesse Jamester: I spent too many years in that squared circle to let Joseph Mack step in there with me, disrespect MY champion, and tell me he has ‘respect’ for me?! In what world are you living Joe? You huffing the paint buckets you found in Steel’s locker room? Cause I don’t see where one and two equal you getting anything but smacked upside your damn head with the biggest boot I’ve ever damn delivered!
Looking up to the ceiling, Jesse sticks a finger up to the heavens.
Jesse Jamester: This one is for Big Jon, I promise you, come hell or high water, I will take care of these two disrespectful igits, mark my words! Maybe one day Joseph, you will look back at this moment and realize, you had a chance to be in the spotlight with greatness – Joseph Mack, got to be in the ring with the Syndicate – and if you’re lucky, you’ll remember how it felt to taste the defeat. If you aint, well, breathing tubes are all the rage these days I hear.
Chucking the hat at the camera, Jesse gets up and close to it, face in the lens, blocking out the rest of the room.
Jesse Jamester: I make no promises for your safety boys! It aint personal, its business! Now get on with it and get out of my damn locker room before I show you a preview of what’s to come!
Shoving the camera man through the doorway, we see Jesse snarling as the door shuts, obviously displeased.
Disappointment in the voice of the uniquely nick named Lizard King Jesse Jamester. Sitting in the locker room by himself, a fresh glaze of sweat running down his neck and chest, as he unwraps his hands and grabs a towel from the bench he’s sitting on.
Jesse Jamester: Suppose I’m to do the veteran thing and wish these two good luck aye? Northern Pro Does New Years, and I’m suppose to say I look back on this year – and am so delighted and thankful for all the opportunities – yadda yadda YADDA!
Throwing the towel behind him after wiping his face off, Jesse stands up, and whoever is recording this zooms out to get a full shot of the room and Jesse, before focusing back in on his torso.
Jesse Jamester: I’m not thankful for a damn thing because I had to EARN my spot and I continue to do so! Bryan Chase, you stuck your nose in the Syndicate’s business… Can’t say that was an intelligent way of getting ahead of the curve here in Northern Pro. Nah, no its about to cost you a career highlight – cause you are going to be visiting poor ole’ Mav on the injured reserve list. Why am I wasting my breath on you? Some no-name geek trying to get a pop to sell a few shirts, well shirts are gone, line on up for the future of Tag Team wrestling ladies and germs!
Reaching down under the bench, we see Jesse pull out a few shirts, the first of which, he holds up to his chest, draping it across his torso – where it sticks due to the sweat he was still glistening with. In the middle we see the Superman symbol inverted with black on the inside and Red tracing it – Syndicate written below it in a beveled font with three horses riding off in the superman S.
Jesse Jamester: We have a license to print money aye! What do you got? Some measly morale complex to stand up against the unstoppable, no- the almighty – no too god-y, up against THEE best in the damn business of putting boots to faces and elbows to throats! Son, you may have impressed someone up top with your athletic display, hell you may be the fancy of someone’s daughter who asked for you by name, but by gawd, you chose the WRONG night to pick an enemy in the Syndicate! Hell hath no fury like the apocalypses of power bombs we are about to deliver to you Chase! When we are finished with you, the whole northern providence is going to call for the military, to come stop the behemoth Scott Steel and myself, and call it a national emergency, for the way we got away with murder on national television aye. Statin facts, keep up.
Pulling the shirt from his chest, Jesse reaches back into his bag and pulls out the hat, he pulls it over his head and smiles.
Jesse Jamester: As for you Joseph Mack – I have something a bit more personal for you in mind. After we dispose of Chase’s body, I’m going to save the lesson in respect, for you. What you did, sticking your big ugly snot breathing nose in our business, it comes full circle this week. I hope you made your New Years Resolutions, wrote them down and sent them home to your family. When this is all said and done Mack, you’re going to need your relatives to read those back to you, so you can figure out what year it is.
The hat Jesse sports says “Syndicate, Be the Best, Fuck the Rest” and has Dane’s middle finger on the bill as you lean the hat back.
Jesse Jamester: I spent too many years in that squared circle to let Joseph Mack step in there with me, disrespect MY champion, and tell me he has ‘respect’ for me?! In what world are you living Joe? You huffing the paint buckets you found in Steel’s locker room? Cause I don’t see where one and two equal you getting anything but smacked upside your damn head with the biggest boot I’ve ever damn delivered!
Looking up to the ceiling, Jesse sticks a finger up to the heavens.
Jesse Jamester: This one is for Big Jon, I promise you, come hell or high water, I will take care of these two disrespectful igits, mark my words! Maybe one day Joseph, you will look back at this moment and realize, you had a chance to be in the spotlight with greatness – Joseph Mack, got to be in the ring with the Syndicate – and if you’re lucky, you’ll remember how it felt to taste the defeat. If you aint, well, breathing tubes are all the rage these days I hear.
Chucking the hat at the camera, Jesse gets up and close to it, face in the lens, blocking out the rest of the room.
Jesse Jamester: I make no promises for your safety boys! It aint personal, its business! Now get on with it and get out of my damn locker room before I show you a preview of what’s to come!
Shoving the camera man through the doorway, we see Jesse snarling as the door shuts, obviously displeased.
