"Aftermath of AOTA Night 1"

[Jesse Jamester]

Following the conclusion of August on the Atlantic Night 1; the fans were exiting from the venue and the stars were on their way to their hotel or out celebrating at a local pub.

A camera comes on in the medical area that is behind the entrance stage, blocked off by tall chain link fence segments that was tarped off, and covered by a pavilion tent. Medical staff and trainers were gathered in the area, only opening the back gate for the ambulance, should it be needed.

In this case, the gate was closed, and an ambulance was parked with the back doors open, as two EMTs and a trainer were fixing up the Canadian Nightmare.

Busted open and beat down by the ReVenants. All of which happened before being blasted in the cranium by Keith with a sledgehammer, and then hung from a chain. Need it be said, Jesse Jamester had seen better days.

Arguing with the EMTs, the unmasked Jesse Jamester was being restrained by the trainer and one of the EMTs; not well may I add. Irate and bloody, the EMTs had put 12 staples in his skull, the gash from either the brass knuckles courtesy Rob Garcia or the blunt sledgehammer of Keith Williams.

Jesse Jamester: I’m done here! I’m not going to no fuckin’ hospital!

EMT: Sir you need to be evaluated for a concussion, it’s in your best interest!

Jesse Jamester: It’s in your best interest to get your hands off me, NOW!

The EMTs hold their hands up and the trainer removes himself from the back of the ambulance. Jesse rips out the IV in his arm, causing blood to squirt upon exit on the ceiling of the ambulance. Jamester scoots off the gurney and out of the back of the ambulance, as the EMTs shake their heads in disagreement with the wrestler’s decision.

Grabbing a clean towel from a bin on a nearby table, Jesse wraps it around his arm where the blood is flowing still from the IV. He sees the Northern Pro camera crew was still lingering around, most likely seeking an update on the Canadian Nightmare and to get the inside scoop.

Jesse Jamester: You want a statement huh? Well I got plenty of those right now! REVENANTS! You sons-a-bitches! I knew better, I knew deep down that this would happen - and I played the fool thinking even for an iota of a second that it wouldn’t.

The hair and face of Jesse Jamester was still covered in what was now dried blood.

Jesse Jamester: Keith Williams tried to take me out of action tonight! He tried and he failed! Like so many have tried to do in my career, Keith Williams wanted to be the final nail in my coffin; he wanted to put me on the shelf so I wasn’t a threat to him… but you didn’t… instead, you just pissed me the hell off Keith! You thought I was dangerous before? You thought the King of Violence who went through hell at XHF’s Birthday Bash was determined? You wanted me to have that itch to fight you Keith? Well you got it!

Lifting his finger up to his mouth, hushing himself. The camera zooms in on the bloodied face, the cold blue stare of the eyes under the dark crimson mask.

Jesse Jamester: Before it was about pride, about honor, about things I was reminded of when I fought Eron Hunter - things that matter deep down to men like me! But now... Now… It's about revenge. The ReVenants, they are now enemy numero uno and are -- WANTED, DEAD OR ALIVE!

Pushing through the camera man and swinging the gate open, Jesse walks off and disappears as the gate swings shut.