Post by Jesse Jamester on Jul 12, 2021 22:12:50 GMT -5
“Silent into the night…”
A maddening sound of saws and screams howl in the distance. Wes Craven would be delighted by the lungs exploding in fear from a far. Amongst the trees, walking through the forest, we see the Canadian Nightmare, dressed in a black and purple robe - much the way a priest would before a sermon.
Slinking from tree to tree, we see just the mask protrude from the robe top, as the rest of his body is indistinguishable in the dark. While many had favored that they knew something about Jesse, it was truly a mystery who he really was. All this time, he’d painted the picture of his attacks by corrupting the words of his opponents, spitting the fire back in their direction.
Now, amongst the trees, he seemed to have the wander of a child, and the appearance of a demon. Slipping like a shadow in the night, his body fading from view as quickly as it was seen. Finally he stops at a pile of destroyed trees, wrecked by nature and man, torn from their roots, and casted upon a giant pile.
Lifting his hand from his robe, we see a fire ball appear and hit the broken bark, scorching the pile of dead wood until it consumes the scene in front of him. The hood still covering most of his face, Jesse Jamester looks up at the flames as a drone records what is going on.
Jesse Jamester: I mark my promises with the ashes of my ancestors. From the great mountains to the wicked valleys, I relinquish the fools from their dreams, and the maggots of their host. When the world came looking for me, it came with an idea that I was someone that could be changed… it came to mold me after itself. SOME MEN AREN’T MEANT TO BE MOLDED! We have been forged in the fires of hell, cursed from existing a life we desire, and in turn, we stick to what we know…
The fire rages on…
Jesse Jamester: I woke up one day and realized that nobody is going to be able to tell me what I am capable of better than myself! Nobody is going to tell me how to live my life, because they haven’t lived it! The men like Steve Awesome and Billy Fowler, they live in the context of normal. Where they and I clash is what we were told to do with ourselves. Billy’s a shit-kicking bastard who’s old man made some mistakes, and he carries the name around as what -- a reminder? Is he stuck in his ways because he always thought this was as good as it gets for Billy? Does the Galactic Space Pirates dress up and have jacuzzi parties, or are they beer drinking hillybilly rednecks who don’t know any better, and have a problem with the english language?
Jesse Jamester: I’m not his father, nor am I a mind reader - but I bet that man’s been down a path or two that tried to make him someone else, and he resents the thought of it ever happening. You see Billy, I know what its like to be in the hot seat, and have the pressure of a family waiting for you to return with the spoils. I get where you are coming from, whether I know a damn thing about you or not, I know what makes men tick-tick-tick… like a clock, you’re as predictable as the day is filled with sunshine and the night is not.
Don’t think I forgot about you Steve…
Swiping back his robe top, the mask of the Canadian Nightmare is on full display with the raging fire in front of him. Jesse’s left arm reveals a flamethrower, one he’s been seen with in the past leading up to the XHF Rumble. While many call the spectrum of his delivery a carni-act, Jesse Jamester was far from it. His words ached with a longing of something he could not have, of something that he wanted but was just out of his reach. Every word hung on his tongue, as though articulated for a purpose.
Jesse Jamester: Now Steve Awesome on the other hand, he’s nothing like Billy Fowler. No, Steve Awesome has serenaded his way to wins with the sly tongue that his fox like personality perfects. Mister Awesome, has had a past in this business that many would marvel at and tell me that I need beware --- cause he’s not to be taken lightly. Go figure Steve, that I would be the one who would ever take someone lightly. (Scoffs) You disgust me Mister Awesome. An overcompensating satire of the 90s, a spectacle of fireworks that end up being the sparklers for the children. You get what I’m calling you Steve? Because if you don’t muster up some courage to give me the fight of your life at NPW - I ask what the fuck are you even doing here!?
Wasting our time…
Jesse Jamester: I made a mistake one time, and it haunted me the rest of my life. Now, I see that it’s time to purge that self-hate in the ring, with every last man who denies me the respect I am due. You’ll rue the day you walked into NPW with your cocky egotistical arrogant ass and thought you belonged. Whether you’re Awesome or your a Bastard, it doesn't mean a damn difference to me… you all bleed.
It’s TIME!
From the woods we see three other figures appear, all wearing the same robes as Jesse. Behind him comes his lurch-like-cousin Clyde, dragging a still very alive steer by the horns.
THUMP!
A mighty blow to its head. Clyde pops his hips and yanks back on the horns, flipping the steer into the fire, causing a great WHOOOSH of flames to rise into the forest ceiling.
“The Council of Chaos accepts this sacrifice…”
Scene fades as the drone camera lens is melted from the fire.
A maddening sound of saws and screams howl in the distance. Wes Craven would be delighted by the lungs exploding in fear from a far. Amongst the trees, walking through the forest, we see the Canadian Nightmare, dressed in a black and purple robe - much the way a priest would before a sermon.
Slinking from tree to tree, we see just the mask protrude from the robe top, as the rest of his body is indistinguishable in the dark. While many had favored that they knew something about Jesse, it was truly a mystery who he really was. All this time, he’d painted the picture of his attacks by corrupting the words of his opponents, spitting the fire back in their direction.
Now, amongst the trees, he seemed to have the wander of a child, and the appearance of a demon. Slipping like a shadow in the night, his body fading from view as quickly as it was seen. Finally he stops at a pile of destroyed trees, wrecked by nature and man, torn from their roots, and casted upon a giant pile.
Lifting his hand from his robe, we see a fire ball appear and hit the broken bark, scorching the pile of dead wood until it consumes the scene in front of him. The hood still covering most of his face, Jesse Jamester looks up at the flames as a drone records what is going on.
Jesse Jamester: I mark my promises with the ashes of my ancestors. From the great mountains to the wicked valleys, I relinquish the fools from their dreams, and the maggots of their host. When the world came looking for me, it came with an idea that I was someone that could be changed… it came to mold me after itself. SOME MEN AREN’T MEANT TO BE MOLDED! We have been forged in the fires of hell, cursed from existing a life we desire, and in turn, we stick to what we know…
The fire rages on…
Jesse Jamester: I woke up one day and realized that nobody is going to be able to tell me what I am capable of better than myself! Nobody is going to tell me how to live my life, because they haven’t lived it! The men like Steve Awesome and Billy Fowler, they live in the context of normal. Where they and I clash is what we were told to do with ourselves. Billy’s a shit-kicking bastard who’s old man made some mistakes, and he carries the name around as what -- a reminder? Is he stuck in his ways because he always thought this was as good as it gets for Billy? Does the Galactic Space Pirates dress up and have jacuzzi parties, or are they beer drinking hillybilly rednecks who don’t know any better, and have a problem with the english language?
I know, I know!
Jesse Jamester: I’m not his father, nor am I a mind reader - but I bet that man’s been down a path or two that tried to make him someone else, and he resents the thought of it ever happening. You see Billy, I know what its like to be in the hot seat, and have the pressure of a family waiting for you to return with the spoils. I get where you are coming from, whether I know a damn thing about you or not, I know what makes men tick-tick-tick… like a clock, you’re as predictable as the day is filled with sunshine and the night is not.
Don’t think I forgot about you Steve…
Swiping back his robe top, the mask of the Canadian Nightmare is on full display with the raging fire in front of him. Jesse’s left arm reveals a flamethrower, one he’s been seen with in the past leading up to the XHF Rumble. While many call the spectrum of his delivery a carni-act, Jesse Jamester was far from it. His words ached with a longing of something he could not have, of something that he wanted but was just out of his reach. Every word hung on his tongue, as though articulated for a purpose.
Jesse Jamester: Now Steve Awesome on the other hand, he’s nothing like Billy Fowler. No, Steve Awesome has serenaded his way to wins with the sly tongue that his fox like personality perfects. Mister Awesome, has had a past in this business that many would marvel at and tell me that I need beware --- cause he’s not to be taken lightly. Go figure Steve, that I would be the one who would ever take someone lightly. (Scoffs) You disgust me Mister Awesome. An overcompensating satire of the 90s, a spectacle of fireworks that end up being the sparklers for the children. You get what I’m calling you Steve? Because if you don’t muster up some courage to give me the fight of your life at NPW - I ask what the fuck are you even doing here!?
Wasting our time…
Jesse Jamester: I made a mistake one time, and it haunted me the rest of my life. Now, I see that it’s time to purge that self-hate in the ring, with every last man who denies me the respect I am due. You’ll rue the day you walked into NPW with your cocky egotistical arrogant ass and thought you belonged. Whether you’re Awesome or your a Bastard, it doesn't mean a damn difference to me… you all bleed.
It’s TIME!
From the woods we see three other figures appear, all wearing the same robes as Jesse. Behind him comes his lurch-like-cousin Clyde, dragging a still very alive steer by the horns.
THUMP!
A mighty blow to its head. Clyde pops his hips and yanks back on the horns, flipping the steer into the fire, causing a great WHOOOSH of flames to rise into the forest ceiling.
“The Council of Chaos accepts this sacrifice…”
Scene fades as the drone camera lens is melted from the fire.
