Business isn't Personal, Son (RP #1)
May 8, 2021 17:12:20 GMT -5
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Post by Jesse Jamester on May 8, 2021 17:12:20 GMT -5
“I’ve got my own back, I don’t need anyone to watch it.”
A booming voice as Jesse Jamester is seen in his house standing across from his son Julius, both men apparently arguing about the circumstances of the upcoming show in Northern Pro Wrestling.
“Dad, you’re teaming up with a Celtic Club member against someone you’ve been toying with for months and a man who last I saw beat you in a tag match! How DON’T you need me to watch your back?”
“Juls, I’m not going to tell you again -- I handle my own business, now mind yours!”
Slamming the door behind him as he walks out of the house, Jesse steps on the porch as Julius throws his hands up in the kitchen. He walks to the edge of the porch and stares off in the distance.
“That kid is going to learn to keep his head to the ground. You can’t be making enemies with people you don’t know. It’s bad enough I’m protecting him from my faults; but to put himself in the middle of my business is career suicide for him,” retorts Jesse out loud to himself. Obviously blowing off steam as he eyes up the rusty black Ford truck he has parked in the driveway.
Hopping down off the porch like he would drop off the apron, Jesse walks over to the truck and opens the door, sitting in the driver seat. Flipping the visor down, the keys fall in his lap and he puts them in the ignition.
You runnin’ again Jess?
“Not fucking right now!” blurts Jesse with a spit of rage as he looks in the rearview mirror and sees his masked self.
Can’t stand the heat, get out of the fire.
“I’ll walk through the flames, and tame the fire.”
You leaving doesn’t show me that. Coward.
Snapping back in his seat, Jesse adjusts the rearview mirror to see his eyes better. He looks back at the lizard eyes staring back at him in the mirror, red X over the forehead of his mask - marking his time in the XHF Rumble.
“Eron Hunter called me that… I can’t stand that kid. It’s about time I get my hands on him.”
And what? What will you do to shut up Eron Hunter?
“Twist his bones, turn his fingers backwards, and rub that face in the canvas. I’m going to teach him respect, whether he likes it or not.”
Big talk for someone who came 3rd in the XHF Rumble.
“Third, might as well be last. That’s behind us, just like Eron Hunter will be soon. No, as much as I appreciate Eron’s drive, he’s missed the mark on his judgement of me. He calls me a coward, when I took the weight of the Syndicate and drew the line in the sand as to where I stand! He makes accusations, believing I had a damn choice in some of my actions! Believe it or not Eron Hunter, we are not living in some Comic Book life! You are not SuperMan, or Batman, or Spider-man, or Captain America! The hero doesn’t do the right thing all the time, because the right thing isn’t as simple as that,”
Why isn’t it simple? Because he’s not like you Jesse? Tell him… Tell him what you really are?
“I’m a monster.”
Doesn’t it feel good to know!
“What’s it matter, the result would be the same.”
Oh?
“Whether I’m winning championships or losing rumbles, I’m stealing the show! Lord Dominicus has held two championships hostage in the Northern Pro scene. With a tour and the pandemic shifting tides, I feel the same on the horizon for my future here. I see a Great North Champion who has been away, taking out the trash so-to-speak. While I was, Lord Dominicus, Eron Hunter, and the rest of the roster has let The ReVenants run ruck-shot, a new title was introduced in a tournament to crown the Open Weight Champion, and Timeless and Primal are fucking friends! If that aint a sign that the world is going to hell, I don’t know what is.”
Welcome home.
“Dollars to assholes, there isn’t a person in the NPW that is as hot as Jesse Jamester. The wrestling world have been deprived of someone with my skills, my expertise, my showmanship, and most of all - my ruthlessness! If it wasn’t evident when I put Irwin Collins on the IR list, I should make another example come the Tour of Nova Scotia! Who will it be though? Will it be the Cruiser Weight kid trying to play Kurt Cobain and get himself killed, Eron Hunter? Or will it be your reigning, non-defending, Double Crown cockroach, Lord Dominicus? Whoever ends up in the ring and dares to dance, it’s fighting time.”
And what about John?
“John is like my son. He needs to keep to himself, do his job, and we’ll get through this. I have nothing but respect for him, that is, until I don’t.”
Don’t trust anybody, not that you do… But we know where that leads.
“Aye I did what I had to, just like you are now. Don’t give me that bullshit. I need to make an example out of Eron Hunter and Lord Dominicus, not because of pride, but out of courtesy - for the rest of the world to know that the Rumble was but a sampling of the smorgasbord this Nightmare is about to become. Business bout to pick up in Canada."
With that he turns the ignition and drives off down the drive way. The face in the mirror looking back at him winks, as the camera fades.
A booming voice as Jesse Jamester is seen in his house standing across from his son Julius, both men apparently arguing about the circumstances of the upcoming show in Northern Pro Wrestling.
“Dad, you’re teaming up with a Celtic Club member against someone you’ve been toying with for months and a man who last I saw beat you in a tag match! How DON’T you need me to watch your back?”
“Juls, I’m not going to tell you again -- I handle my own business, now mind yours!”
Slamming the door behind him as he walks out of the house, Jesse steps on the porch as Julius throws his hands up in the kitchen. He walks to the edge of the porch and stares off in the distance.
“That kid is going to learn to keep his head to the ground. You can’t be making enemies with people you don’t know. It’s bad enough I’m protecting him from my faults; but to put himself in the middle of my business is career suicide for him,” retorts Jesse out loud to himself. Obviously blowing off steam as he eyes up the rusty black Ford truck he has parked in the driveway.
Hopping down off the porch like he would drop off the apron, Jesse walks over to the truck and opens the door, sitting in the driver seat. Flipping the visor down, the keys fall in his lap and he puts them in the ignition.
You runnin’ again Jess?
“Not fucking right now!” blurts Jesse with a spit of rage as he looks in the rearview mirror and sees his masked self.
Can’t stand the heat, get out of the fire.
“I’ll walk through the flames, and tame the fire.”
You leaving doesn’t show me that. Coward.
Snapping back in his seat, Jesse adjusts the rearview mirror to see his eyes better. He looks back at the lizard eyes staring back at him in the mirror, red X over the forehead of his mask - marking his time in the XHF Rumble.
“Eron Hunter called me that… I can’t stand that kid. It’s about time I get my hands on him.”
And what? What will you do to shut up Eron Hunter?
“Twist his bones, turn his fingers backwards, and rub that face in the canvas. I’m going to teach him respect, whether he likes it or not.”
Big talk for someone who came 3rd in the XHF Rumble.
“Third, might as well be last. That’s behind us, just like Eron Hunter will be soon. No, as much as I appreciate Eron’s drive, he’s missed the mark on his judgement of me. He calls me a coward, when I took the weight of the Syndicate and drew the line in the sand as to where I stand! He makes accusations, believing I had a damn choice in some of my actions! Believe it or not Eron Hunter, we are not living in some Comic Book life! You are not SuperMan, or Batman, or Spider-man, or Captain America! The hero doesn’t do the right thing all the time, because the right thing isn’t as simple as that,”
Why isn’t it simple? Because he’s not like you Jesse? Tell him… Tell him what you really are?
“I’m a monster.”
Doesn’t it feel good to know!
“What’s it matter, the result would be the same.”
Oh?
“Whether I’m winning championships or losing rumbles, I’m stealing the show! Lord Dominicus has held two championships hostage in the Northern Pro scene. With a tour and the pandemic shifting tides, I feel the same on the horizon for my future here. I see a Great North Champion who has been away, taking out the trash so-to-speak. While I was, Lord Dominicus, Eron Hunter, and the rest of the roster has let The ReVenants run ruck-shot, a new title was introduced in a tournament to crown the Open Weight Champion, and Timeless and Primal are fucking friends! If that aint a sign that the world is going to hell, I don’t know what is.”
Welcome home.
“Dollars to assholes, there isn’t a person in the NPW that is as hot as Jesse Jamester. The wrestling world have been deprived of someone with my skills, my expertise, my showmanship, and most of all - my ruthlessness! If it wasn’t evident when I put Irwin Collins on the IR list, I should make another example come the Tour of Nova Scotia! Who will it be though? Will it be the Cruiser Weight kid trying to play Kurt Cobain and get himself killed, Eron Hunter? Or will it be your reigning, non-defending, Double Crown cockroach, Lord Dominicus? Whoever ends up in the ring and dares to dance, it’s fighting time.”
And what about John?
“John is like my son. He needs to keep to himself, do his job, and we’ll get through this. I have nothing but respect for him, that is, until I don’t.”
Don’t trust anybody, not that you do… But we know where that leads.
“Aye I did what I had to, just like you are now. Don’t give me that bullshit. I need to make an example out of Eron Hunter and Lord Dominicus, not because of pride, but out of courtesy - for the rest of the world to know that the Rumble was but a sampling of the smorgasbord this Nightmare is about to become. Business bout to pick up in Canada."
With that he turns the ignition and drives off down the drive way. The face in the mirror looking back at him winks, as the camera fades.
