Nightmares of the Rumble (Pt.4)
Apr 12, 2021 1:47:36 GMT -5
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Post by Jesse Jamester on Apr 12, 2021 1:47:36 GMT -5
“Lights. Camera. Action!”
A green spotlight focusing on a podium appears as the scene opens up. A brick wall with a torn mesh fence against it is the backdrop. The podium is focused on, showing off the skulls on each corner, and bones that assemble it. A circular logo wrapped in barbed wire, symbolizing a Presidential seal is seen in the middle, but the circle has ‘In the Canadian Nightmare We Trust' with large lettering for the double J’s located in the center.
From the right side of the frame walks in the man himself, the Canadian Nightmare, Jesse Jamester. Black tights, green and black boots with white laces, the demonic leather jacket with the horned shoulders cut off at the top of the arms. Jesse sports the demonic lizardman mask, an all black scaly dinosaur front, small horns above where the eyebrow would be located outside the eye holes, and the green oozing cut through the right eye that glistened in the spotlight.
Approaching the podium with a calm confidence, the Canadian Nightmare, appeared at home in this horror scene setting. Much like the previous videos, this gritty environment surrounding Jesse Jamester stunk to high hell. Though the location was different, the atmosphere was the same. A representation of the hell he had been speaking of since the announcement of the XHF Rumble. Now, he appeared ready to elaborate more.
Jesse Jamester: Lust, the sin of acting on impulse. Calling it love when it’s lust, a common mistake amongst the mere mortals I’m facing on April 25th, at the XHF Rumble. These men think they love wrestling, but they lust for the fame, the fortune, and adoration that the fans give them when the limelight hits them.
A candid moment of staring off past the camera, before Jesse raises his hand, waving it like he was dismissing someone behind the camera.
Jesse Jamester: The XHF is riddled with men who love themselves. Driven purely by ego and vain identities, searching for that next step towards immortality in the annual’s of wrestling history. Dylan Black, is the first man that comes to mind when I think of the lust he has for himself. Dylan loves his body, his image, his preservation to remain relevant, and soak up that limelight. It drained him to find out that he was no longer the ‘top dog’ of the world of wrestling when Adrien Cochrane beat him. That love for himself began to fade, and he seeks it now in his empty words, half-ass promises, and belief that he still holds a candle to the rest of the carne’s attempting to take the XHF crown.
Snapping his fingers,a thunder effect lights up the room, and the noise of a storm is heard as Jesse raises his voice, yet keeps the same pace with his words.
Jesse Jamester: The winds of change have come for you Mr. Black, and it sent me to do its bidding. You see the ways of old have come to die here in 2021 for XHF, and with it, spells the end of your illustrious reign as champion.2020 was the year of suffering that the world could have never predicted, and with you on top, we suffered even greater than we ever knew possible. I watched as you wrestled Eric Dane in Northern Pro, defending your championship, seeking to stop the former Syndicate leader’s chance to take it from you. Only, you had to be bailed out by Alex Turner in order to even stand a chance! You couldn’t even beat Eric Dane straight up, and yet, here you are, still gloating like you were something special - some savior.
Putting a finger up, Jesse stops himself for a moment.
Jesse Jamester: Eric Dane, I should probably speak on that, but I will wait. Every man has his shortcomings, even I. Though, with Eric Dane, he deserves his own stage of hell, and I’m not there yet. Not today. Eric, you will get the attention you deserve, but not here, not in the stage of lust. No, that's not who you are.
Taking a gavel from under the podium, Jesse slams it down and the lightning and storm in the room cease.
Jesse Jamester: I run my own ship, and I need no crew. From the day I entered Northern Pro Wrestling, I was groomed to be somebody else’s protection, to do for them, to help them, to protect their aspirations and goals. It was never about me. So when I see the men of XHF who are so vain to believe they have it all, that they are the full package, I am reminded how these same people wouldn’t do a damn thing if it didn’t protect their interests. They think of themselves, and only themselves, and for that, I know they are a weaker man than I.
Rubbing his chin.
Jesse Jamester: Keith Williams, one part of The ReVenants; another man full of lust for himself, his desires, and his undeniable need for attention. Keith, you’ve played a great game of cards, but you gave your tell up. The ReVenants are only good in numbers, and come the Rumble, those numbers don’t exist for you. Like Dylan Black, you’re on an island of your own, seeking adoration, thinking that leaving AWF would give you some freedom to find a new home - but it didn’t, it’s a shit storm of self-loathing, drifting between places until you can find some lowly scum to sink your teeth into, and call in a victory. That's what you did over at SWAT and then what? Am I suppose to be afraid of what you have done, where you been, and your goon squad? Let’s forget for a moment there is a Rumble coming up, and look at it as you versus I, Keith mono y mono Jesse.
Quits rubbing his chin and grabs the gavel slamming it down.
Jesse Jamester: It would be over before you reached the ring Keith. You are so self absorbed thinking you are the ladies man of wrestling, that you’d miss the reality of your situation. Keith has some skill, but it gets overshadowed by his taunting and flocking like a peacock to the females. He seeks approval, I seek respect... for me, that doesn't even put you in the same class as I Keith. If I gave you a pair of my boots, I guarantee you couldn't tie'em, that's the sad fact about you. All glitz, no guts, and that's been proven time and time again in your career. Keith, you're working against one of the best technicians in professional wrestling, not to forget, a showman for the ages! I don’t just hurt you, I make it look good!
The room lights flicker as the gavel is set down on the podium, and Jesse cracks his knuckles one by one.
Jesse Jamester: There is a massive problem in this business today, and it starts with men like Dylan Black and Keith Williams, and ends with Anthony Caffrey. Yes, I saved you for last Mr. Caffrey.
Motioning with his hand, the lights come on and we see the full presences of Jesse Jamester as he steps out from behind the podium and walks closer to the camera. A snarl seen in the bearded mouth that is exposed from his mask.
Jesse Jamester: Anthony Caffrey. I played you like a fiddle at Fuel for the Fire, and you followed up with some half-cocked koolaid trying to make me believe you have respect for me. I wasn’t born yesterday Caff, this isn’t Dr. Phil, and I don’t want your respect! I want your blood, I want your titles, I want your company, and I want to burn it all to the ground once I have it!
Leaning down to appear larger than life in the camera, Jesse Jamester kneels and sticks out a hand, touching the camera from underneath, guiding it to his face.
Jesse Jamester: What you symbolize, is the worst of the worst, the lust of deception - the true vile of hell that even Dante himself spit on when describing. Anthony Caffrey, the parasite of wrestling, continues to tug at the fans strings - hoping they will show him sympathy. Yet even the wrestling fans with two IQ points can see the leach that he is. Caffrey, I don’t just want to destroy you, I want to erase you from my world, and return wrestling to a level of respect that has long been lost amongst the fakes, the frauds, and sinners of XHF.
Pulling the camera up to his face.
Jesse Jamester: IF you survive the Murder Hornet Hell match. Then somehow grow a set and find yourself in the ring with me, I’ll tell you right now, it’s not going to be a quick over and out for you. No, I have my plans to take you under the bottom rope, and beat you until they don’t recognize the face that is the Fireside owner, the XHF Tag Team Champion, the degenerate that is Anthony Caffrey. Call your surgeon now and schedule the 26th of April for reconstruction, I swear on my son, it’s coming Caffrey, that’s a guarantee - from hell, to you personally.
Pushing the camera back, Jesse turns his back to the camera and laughs just for a moment.
Jesse Jamester: For the days of old have come, and they too shall pass, for the Nightmare has arrived. Seek your fathers and your holy ones, for when the day comes, you will have only yourself to blame - in the name of the Nightmare, I swear upon thee, it is to be.
The camera zooms in on the trench coat, fading the scene to black as the words are said.
A green spotlight focusing on a podium appears as the scene opens up. A brick wall with a torn mesh fence against it is the backdrop. The podium is focused on, showing off the skulls on each corner, and bones that assemble it. A circular logo wrapped in barbed wire, symbolizing a Presidential seal is seen in the middle, but the circle has ‘In the Canadian Nightmare We Trust' with large lettering for the double J’s located in the center.
From the right side of the frame walks in the man himself, the Canadian Nightmare, Jesse Jamester. Black tights, green and black boots with white laces, the demonic leather jacket with the horned shoulders cut off at the top of the arms. Jesse sports the demonic lizardman mask, an all black scaly dinosaur front, small horns above where the eyebrow would be located outside the eye holes, and the green oozing cut through the right eye that glistened in the spotlight.
Approaching the podium with a calm confidence, the Canadian Nightmare, appeared at home in this horror scene setting. Much like the previous videos, this gritty environment surrounding Jesse Jamester stunk to high hell. Though the location was different, the atmosphere was the same. A representation of the hell he had been speaking of since the announcement of the XHF Rumble. Now, he appeared ready to elaborate more.
Jesse Jamester: Lust, the sin of acting on impulse. Calling it love when it’s lust, a common mistake amongst the mere mortals I’m facing on April 25th, at the XHF Rumble. These men think they love wrestling, but they lust for the fame, the fortune, and adoration that the fans give them when the limelight hits them.
A candid moment of staring off past the camera, before Jesse raises his hand, waving it like he was dismissing someone behind the camera.
Jesse Jamester: The XHF is riddled with men who love themselves. Driven purely by ego and vain identities, searching for that next step towards immortality in the annual’s of wrestling history. Dylan Black, is the first man that comes to mind when I think of the lust he has for himself. Dylan loves his body, his image, his preservation to remain relevant, and soak up that limelight. It drained him to find out that he was no longer the ‘top dog’ of the world of wrestling when Adrien Cochrane beat him. That love for himself began to fade, and he seeks it now in his empty words, half-ass promises, and belief that he still holds a candle to the rest of the carne’s attempting to take the XHF crown.
Snapping his fingers,a thunder effect lights up the room, and the noise of a storm is heard as Jesse raises his voice, yet keeps the same pace with his words.
Jesse Jamester: The winds of change have come for you Mr. Black, and it sent me to do its bidding. You see the ways of old have come to die here in 2021 for XHF, and with it, spells the end of your illustrious reign as champion.2020 was the year of suffering that the world could have never predicted, and with you on top, we suffered even greater than we ever knew possible. I watched as you wrestled Eric Dane in Northern Pro, defending your championship, seeking to stop the former Syndicate leader’s chance to take it from you. Only, you had to be bailed out by Alex Turner in order to even stand a chance! You couldn’t even beat Eric Dane straight up, and yet, here you are, still gloating like you were something special - some savior.
Putting a finger up, Jesse stops himself for a moment.
Jesse Jamester: Eric Dane, I should probably speak on that, but I will wait. Every man has his shortcomings, even I. Though, with Eric Dane, he deserves his own stage of hell, and I’m not there yet. Not today. Eric, you will get the attention you deserve, but not here, not in the stage of lust. No, that's not who you are.
Taking a gavel from under the podium, Jesse slams it down and the lightning and storm in the room cease.
Jesse Jamester: I run my own ship, and I need no crew. From the day I entered Northern Pro Wrestling, I was groomed to be somebody else’s protection, to do for them, to help them, to protect their aspirations and goals. It was never about me. So when I see the men of XHF who are so vain to believe they have it all, that they are the full package, I am reminded how these same people wouldn’t do a damn thing if it didn’t protect their interests. They think of themselves, and only themselves, and for that, I know they are a weaker man than I.
Rubbing his chin.
Jesse Jamester: Keith Williams, one part of The ReVenants; another man full of lust for himself, his desires, and his undeniable need for attention. Keith, you’ve played a great game of cards, but you gave your tell up. The ReVenants are only good in numbers, and come the Rumble, those numbers don’t exist for you. Like Dylan Black, you’re on an island of your own, seeking adoration, thinking that leaving AWF would give you some freedom to find a new home - but it didn’t, it’s a shit storm of self-loathing, drifting between places until you can find some lowly scum to sink your teeth into, and call in a victory. That's what you did over at SWAT and then what? Am I suppose to be afraid of what you have done, where you been, and your goon squad? Let’s forget for a moment there is a Rumble coming up, and look at it as you versus I, Keith mono y mono Jesse.
Quits rubbing his chin and grabs the gavel slamming it down.
Jesse Jamester: It would be over before you reached the ring Keith. You are so self absorbed thinking you are the ladies man of wrestling, that you’d miss the reality of your situation. Keith has some skill, but it gets overshadowed by his taunting and flocking like a peacock to the females. He seeks approval, I seek respect... for me, that doesn't even put you in the same class as I Keith. If I gave you a pair of my boots, I guarantee you couldn't tie'em, that's the sad fact about you. All glitz, no guts, and that's been proven time and time again in your career. Keith, you're working against one of the best technicians in professional wrestling, not to forget, a showman for the ages! I don’t just hurt you, I make it look good!
The room lights flicker as the gavel is set down on the podium, and Jesse cracks his knuckles one by one.
Jesse Jamester: There is a massive problem in this business today, and it starts with men like Dylan Black and Keith Williams, and ends with Anthony Caffrey. Yes, I saved you for last Mr. Caffrey.
Motioning with his hand, the lights come on and we see the full presences of Jesse Jamester as he steps out from behind the podium and walks closer to the camera. A snarl seen in the bearded mouth that is exposed from his mask.
Jesse Jamester: Anthony Caffrey. I played you like a fiddle at Fuel for the Fire, and you followed up with some half-cocked koolaid trying to make me believe you have respect for me. I wasn’t born yesterday Caff, this isn’t Dr. Phil, and I don’t want your respect! I want your blood, I want your titles, I want your company, and I want to burn it all to the ground once I have it!
Leaning down to appear larger than life in the camera, Jesse Jamester kneels and sticks out a hand, touching the camera from underneath, guiding it to his face.
Jesse Jamester: What you symbolize, is the worst of the worst, the lust of deception - the true vile of hell that even Dante himself spit on when describing. Anthony Caffrey, the parasite of wrestling, continues to tug at the fans strings - hoping they will show him sympathy. Yet even the wrestling fans with two IQ points can see the leach that he is. Caffrey, I don’t just want to destroy you, I want to erase you from my world, and return wrestling to a level of respect that has long been lost amongst the fakes, the frauds, and sinners of XHF.
Pulling the camera up to his face.
Jesse Jamester: IF you survive the Murder Hornet Hell match. Then somehow grow a set and find yourself in the ring with me, I’ll tell you right now, it’s not going to be a quick over and out for you. No, I have my plans to take you under the bottom rope, and beat you until they don’t recognize the face that is the Fireside owner, the XHF Tag Team Champion, the degenerate that is Anthony Caffrey. Call your surgeon now and schedule the 26th of April for reconstruction, I swear on my son, it’s coming Caffrey, that’s a guarantee - from hell, to you personally.
Pushing the camera back, Jesse turns his back to the camera and laughs just for a moment.
Jesse Jamester: For the days of old have come, and they too shall pass, for the Nightmare has arrived. Seek your fathers and your holy ones, for when the day comes, you will have only yourself to blame - in the name of the Nightmare, I swear upon thee, it is to be.
The camera zooms in on the trench coat, fading the scene to black as the words are said.
