Post by Jesse Jamester on Apr 18, 2021 22:33:07 GMT -5
“Honor. Men have pledged a life to making a legacy of the honor they have displayed. Being the son of a father of wrestling, I’m already looked at as though I have been given the keys to the kingdom. Everyone assumes I have taken a spot I didn’t deserve. That couldn’t be further from the truth.”
Panning out we see the blond short hair cut and steely blue cold eyes of none other, Julius Fristik. Standing in the NPW promo room, he was giving his first of his Northern Pro Debut.
Julius Fristik: “It takes a lot to gain respect. It takes even more to keep it. I’m working from the bottom, and earning every last opportunity I get from here on out. My dad, he’s got his own business to handle. NPW Honor, it is time for your appetite for technical and highflying mastery to be filled!”
The well dressed young man stood their, with his chest showing, wearing a light baby blue dress shirt with one too many buttons unbuttoned at the chest area. A silver chain hanging from his neck. Julius was everything opposite of his father, besides that of his tone and his direction of voice. Shades of Jesse Jamester spilled out, but the accent and sound was different.
Julius Fristik: “When I wandered into the wrestling business, I knew nobody. I told my father I had wanted him to teach me - but that’s not the entire story. No, I’ve been trained for years. It wasn’t until I met my real father, that I wanted to learn from him. Why would anyone pass up a chance at learning for free, let alone from a father like mine!
So now that I’ve shared a secret of mine, I have to wonder, what Lance Romance thinks he has over me? The way I see it, Lance Romance, you’re a tag team guy that is stuck trying to prove he can hang. I don’t know much about you other than you haven’t had the greatest run of luck when it comes to victories.
Outside of that Lance, I have nothing - I know nothing. You are a faceless name that I have to prepare for and come out showing I measure up to my old man. That chip, it’s larger than a volcano and has been riled up like one! I’m ready to go off and hit you with every move in my arsenal!
Yet, I know, I know I have to be patient. I know that I’m still young and the mistakes I make will be how I am judged for the matches to come.
I don’t see the Pegasus Warrior backing down from anyone! When it comes to that ring, this sport, it’s in my blood! As I was trained by warriors, I’ll bleed like one too. Give me your best shot Lance, and don’t hold back! At the end of the night the better man walks away the winner. It’s an Honor to have the privilege, but it will be my honor for the evening, as my arm is raised. I am my father’s son, but I am my own man, and on April 20th, I rebuild the Honor of the Warrior’s way!”
Panning out we see the blond short hair cut and steely blue cold eyes of none other, Julius Fristik. Standing in the NPW promo room, he was giving his first of his Northern Pro Debut.
Julius Fristik: “It takes a lot to gain respect. It takes even more to keep it. I’m working from the bottom, and earning every last opportunity I get from here on out. My dad, he’s got his own business to handle. NPW Honor, it is time for your appetite for technical and highflying mastery to be filled!”
The well dressed young man stood their, with his chest showing, wearing a light baby blue dress shirt with one too many buttons unbuttoned at the chest area. A silver chain hanging from his neck. Julius was everything opposite of his father, besides that of his tone and his direction of voice. Shades of Jesse Jamester spilled out, but the accent and sound was different.
Julius Fristik: “When I wandered into the wrestling business, I knew nobody. I told my father I had wanted him to teach me - but that’s not the entire story. No, I’ve been trained for years. It wasn’t until I met my real father, that I wanted to learn from him. Why would anyone pass up a chance at learning for free, let alone from a father like mine!
So now that I’ve shared a secret of mine, I have to wonder, what Lance Romance thinks he has over me? The way I see it, Lance Romance, you’re a tag team guy that is stuck trying to prove he can hang. I don’t know much about you other than you haven’t had the greatest run of luck when it comes to victories.
Outside of that Lance, I have nothing - I know nothing. You are a faceless name that I have to prepare for and come out showing I measure up to my old man. That chip, it’s larger than a volcano and has been riled up like one! I’m ready to go off and hit you with every move in my arsenal!
Yet, I know, I know I have to be patient. I know that I’m still young and the mistakes I make will be how I am judged for the matches to come.
I don’t see the Pegasus Warrior backing down from anyone! When it comes to that ring, this sport, it’s in my blood! As I was trained by warriors, I’ll bleed like one too. Give me your best shot Lance, and don’t hold back! At the end of the night the better man walks away the winner. It’s an Honor to have the privilege, but it will be my honor for the evening, as my arm is raised. I am my father’s son, but I am my own man, and on April 20th, I rebuild the Honor of the Warrior’s way!”
