Post by Jesse Jamester on Feb 14, 2021 23:04:05 GMT -5
“Slay the snake, and watch the coyote come and eat the carcass.”
Panning up from the dark concrete floor, we see the Canadian Nightmare Jesse Jamester, dressed in his gear, masked up, and ready for Vicious Valentine’s just hours before the show.
Jesse Jamester: You see, the natural progress of all living things is that when one threat is eliminated, another will take it’s place. In Northern Pro that threat is the Syndicate. We ARE the natural progression of greatness! Bones can be made, and I dismiss them, because nobody has stepped up to prove us otherwise. From Timeless to Maverick, they have all tried, and not a soul has been able to finish the job. We are the alpha’s of this industry! We are the pulse that keeps this place pumping fans into the seats and turning in every show! The Syndicate, is the reason men have flocked to Northern Pro to find purpose in a world of carnies.
Tilting his head, the blue eyes peer through the mask as the camera gets a close shot of Jesse Jamester.
Jesse Jamester: You’re welcome. Joseph Mack, Alex Turner, Lord Dominicus, your welcome for being relevant again. Your welcome for being in the spotlight. Because if we didn’t want you there, you sure the hell wouldn’t be!
Laughing at the statement.
Jesse Jamester: You think I’m out of place for calling us Gods of the ring. Between the three of us, we have over a half century of experience. The Syndicate has proven themselves in every arena and every country on this planet, racking up more accolades and awards than we have time to listen to. What you boys don’t see is the comradery, the way we gel, the way we have each other’s backs in and out of the ring. No, you don’t have that amongst yourselves. You have two sniveling bickering circus clowns and their ring leader Joey Mack.
The camera pans out, getting an upper body shot of the Canadian Nightmare.
Jesse Jamester: Aye, I get it, you’re into some kinky shit Joe, no shame there. Just maybe, keep it to yourself, the fans of Canada have core values that you filthy Americans don’t. Now your video presentation, that was funny, and I do say that with a smile, because your best of hits was so short, the full song couldn’t even play through without repeating my presence. HA! How’s it feel Joseph? To know your best days are barely better than my worst? That’s gotta sting to know you can keep clawing to reach the top of the mountain - only to know that you’re only going to fall back down after losing to us.
Motioning for the camera to zoom in.
Jesse Jamester: I want you to listen up closely, because I keep hearing you say it. Joseph Mack thinks JJ has been riding the coattails of Eric Dane, and I’m going to turn on him for a championship opportunity. Joe, you can say a billion times, and it won’t make it true. While the Syndicate may be the unorthodox ensemble of talent, and look from the outside to be these egos driving in every direction - we are one unit, we are a brotherhood, and when we step in that ring, we respect each others abilities, what each brings to the table, and most importantly, the end result. I know what I want, and it doesn’t involve the Double Crown Championship, no, not at all. Every member of this roster will get a glimpse behind the curtain to the Wizards grand plans soon enough, but not tonight; not tonight because tonight, we take the trash out! Tonight we dispose of these free loading time stealing sons-of-bitches who keep rattling off about there gripes with one another, and their evil plans, and their good looks. Tonight, we beat you, not just for the three count, but we are going to beat you - until you give in and accept that this is OUR company.
Panning up to his face.
Jesse Jamester: This is Syndicate Country, and you’re living here rent free! Time to pay up!
Walking towards the camera, the frame goes dark as the body gets closer, and then fades out.
Panning up from the dark concrete floor, we see the Canadian Nightmare Jesse Jamester, dressed in his gear, masked up, and ready for Vicious Valentine’s just hours before the show.
Jesse Jamester: You see, the natural progress of all living things is that when one threat is eliminated, another will take it’s place. In Northern Pro that threat is the Syndicate. We ARE the natural progression of greatness! Bones can be made, and I dismiss them, because nobody has stepped up to prove us otherwise. From Timeless to Maverick, they have all tried, and not a soul has been able to finish the job. We are the alpha’s of this industry! We are the pulse that keeps this place pumping fans into the seats and turning in every show! The Syndicate, is the reason men have flocked to Northern Pro to find purpose in a world of carnies.
Tilting his head, the blue eyes peer through the mask as the camera gets a close shot of Jesse Jamester.
Jesse Jamester: You’re welcome. Joseph Mack, Alex Turner, Lord Dominicus, your welcome for being relevant again. Your welcome for being in the spotlight. Because if we didn’t want you there, you sure the hell wouldn’t be!
Laughing at the statement.
Jesse Jamester: You think I’m out of place for calling us Gods of the ring. Between the three of us, we have over a half century of experience. The Syndicate has proven themselves in every arena and every country on this planet, racking up more accolades and awards than we have time to listen to. What you boys don’t see is the comradery, the way we gel, the way we have each other’s backs in and out of the ring. No, you don’t have that amongst yourselves. You have two sniveling bickering circus clowns and their ring leader Joey Mack.
The camera pans out, getting an upper body shot of the Canadian Nightmare.
Jesse Jamester: Aye, I get it, you’re into some kinky shit Joe, no shame there. Just maybe, keep it to yourself, the fans of Canada have core values that you filthy Americans don’t. Now your video presentation, that was funny, and I do say that with a smile, because your best of hits was so short, the full song couldn’t even play through without repeating my presence. HA! How’s it feel Joseph? To know your best days are barely better than my worst? That’s gotta sting to know you can keep clawing to reach the top of the mountain - only to know that you’re only going to fall back down after losing to us.
Motioning for the camera to zoom in.
Jesse Jamester: I want you to listen up closely, because I keep hearing you say it. Joseph Mack thinks JJ has been riding the coattails of Eric Dane, and I’m going to turn on him for a championship opportunity. Joe, you can say a billion times, and it won’t make it true. While the Syndicate may be the unorthodox ensemble of talent, and look from the outside to be these egos driving in every direction - we are one unit, we are a brotherhood, and when we step in that ring, we respect each others abilities, what each brings to the table, and most importantly, the end result. I know what I want, and it doesn’t involve the Double Crown Championship, no, not at all. Every member of this roster will get a glimpse behind the curtain to the Wizards grand plans soon enough, but not tonight; not tonight because tonight, we take the trash out! Tonight we dispose of these free loading time stealing sons-of-bitches who keep rattling off about there gripes with one another, and their evil plans, and their good looks. Tonight, we beat you, not just for the three count, but we are going to beat you - until you give in and accept that this is OUR company.
Panning up to his face.
Jesse Jamester: This is Syndicate Country, and you’re living here rent free! Time to pay up!
Walking towards the camera, the frame goes dark as the body gets closer, and then fades out.
