Post by Jesse Jamester on Sept 13, 2021 21:32:54 GMT -5
"Fight for the Fallen… how appropriate, to fight for those we leave behind. From the roads, the shows, the small towns, the big cities, the way we leave home for this circus.
Our families feel it the most. They are the fallen. The ones who take on the life of a single parent or choose to be a traveling gypsy family. It never worked the way you wanted, so you justify the absence with what you put on the table, the bills, the fancy house… for what?
To bleed again and again.
To wrestle another match.
To chase the glory seeker you are.
For one last ovation under the bright lights.
We fight for the honor of the business we love. Some of us are selfish enough to think they are above that. Their brotherhood is amongst a collective few, a clique, with no care for the rest of the locker room.
I may have chosen a path requiring more grief than resolve with the ReVenants. The last show I let them control the pace, I was off kilt in my own head with wanting vengeance. That much the lizard-man knows he’s made a mistake with.
The ReVenants have sought to end me…
I’m still waiting Keith.
Where’s this Great White Terror?
I don’t see him anywhere.
Hell all I see is a trio of donkeys that have continued to show their asses and how cowardly they are!
I’ll admit… I gave you less credit than you deserved.
But it ends now!
Keith, Carner, Garcia, the hunted has now become the hunter.
Every move from here on out is calculated…
You’ve pushed me to the point of no return!
There is no bargaining with the devil’s dog. Cerberus is not a loyal pet.
That’s the damn truth!?
Now while I’m not OFFICIALLY entering the Battle Royal on Honor, don’t mistake that for me being absent.
The champagne bottle was a nice touch…
It proves you’re willing to do whatever it takes Keith.
So I brought myself some backup."
[The screen peels open from the dark setting and the voiceover from Jesse Jamester, to a parking lot in Halifax, Nova Scotia. A dungy parking lot with two trucks looking worse for wear pulled up and parked diagonally. Sitting on the hood with his feet hanging over on the bumper was Calvin Doxson. To the right, and standing in front of the larger truck was Clyde. In the middle was the Canadian Nightmare, Jesse Jamester.]
Jesse Jamester: The warning was loud and clear. You pushed me to this point. To bring the Council of Chaos to Northern Pro… It wasn’t by choice. This was a decision I was forced to make!
Calvin Doxson: I sold my soul for the Chaos brotha! I’m ready!
Clyde: (inaudible rumble of a grunt)
Jesse Jamester: The Revenants are the cancer of Northern Pro Wrestling. They are stage 4, fucking rotting the company from the inside out, and I’m done letting them exist in the house I helped build!
Calvin Doxson: We aint going to come for ya’ll like you did Jesse… No, we got more balls than you, Clyde here is rocking a set of 4 - he’s pure testoster-uuh-testosteronie? What’s that word Jess?
Jesse Jamester: Clyde’s the wall the Revenants are going to have to knock over if they think they’re leaving Honor in anything but a bodybag.
Calvin: That’s what I was sayin’.
Jesse Jamester: Keep your heads on a swivel. Hell grow a set of eyes in the back of each of your heads. None of it’s going to help you survive the hell coming your way Keith, Garcia, and Carner.
Turning his head to Calvin who hops down from the truck hood and stands next to him. Jesse looks over to Clyde, who steps forward.
Jesse Jamester: My sights have been set. There’s three in the chamber. I’m coming for the head shot -- and I don’t miss!
Calvin raises his fist up ready for a fight. Clyde shows clenched fists that appear white by his sides.
Jesse Jamester: The nightmare has arrived... See you in my hell, real soon.
Zooming out, the camera gets one last shot of the three men standing in the parking lot in front of their trucks. Discolored brick wall as the backsplash to their scene, setting the grungy feel of the fight ahead.
