Post by Jesse Jamester on Dec 21, 2022 19:19:42 GMT -5
Nails scratching the chalkboard interrupts the listeners focus. Stealing that sweet fifteen seconds to take your eyes and create the need for information.
Dripping dark stringy hair comes into the camera’s focus. Reptilian scales with the hide of a dragon shape the abyss of a mask known by the one, Jesse Jamester.
Sliding into the frame we see the Canadian Nightmare’s living area, decorated with the holiday touch. Wreaths and sparkling string lights, bells and holiday stockings hanging from the fireplace. One with Jesse and another with the name Julius hung at each end of the rock foundation of the fireplace mantle.
Sitting on the end of the gnarly old patchwork couch covered in a red holiday blanket, sat Jesse Jamester in his black reptilian mask. Unlike himself, his eyes were solid black. This was a result of his time locked away by the Scourge, Donzig. A soulless monster, no inkling of empathy, not a wink of care behind his gaze.
Static disrupts the viewers screen as we see a pause and rip of that same static. Crinkling up the scene we just saw in a gift wrapping paper, and stuffing it in a bag.
Standing beside the Christmas Tree was a Santa hatted Murder Lizard, with a jolly smile as he hung a decoration that said XHF Rumble in gingerbread ornament glory. Reaching over Jesse gleams sideways and we get the bright sapphire eyes we know the savage star for. A menace to any roster he has crossed paths with, but somehow he wore it with a jolly haggard smile as he hung an ornament featuring his fellow Pillar, Dylan Black.
Jesse: Ole Saint Nick be kickin’ asses if he had the day off. Don’t sweat it aye, Jolly Saint Jesse is here!
Dancing to the Jingle Bells anthem playing on the radio, Jesse leans back and grabs a present, spinning it towards the screen and the whole screen goes through the box and comes out the other side.
THUUUD!
THUUUUUDDDDD!
Rapping at a cellar door, a lonely moon light casts on the face of the Murder Lizard; rocking back and forth on the wooden door. His back bleeding, fresh scars shown thrown the torn shirt that served little purpose at this juncture. Whispering in repetition,
“I serve the scourge..”
Tranced in this comatose state it begins to rain and the screen washes away into a new scene; showing Jesse Jamester on the phone at his kitchen table. Leaning back, his foot balanced off the table as he twirled the cable around his hand and knotted it up.
Jesse: Merry Christmas son!
Setting the phone down, yes, an old rotary phone where the phone had to be hung up people! Young heathens, knowing it all but knowing nothing I say! But I digress… where was I? Yes, the phone sets down and we are fade to black.
In Star Wars introduction fashion, the following words scroll up the screen as narrated by the Murder Lizard himself.
“The Pillars or Violence were not formed as a friendship. We were formed out of respect. We bleed together, burned one another together, and would nearly take anyone of the Pillars to the brink of death! It was that comradery that built Oh Violent Night. It was that foundation that made this night possible. Yes, it was ours!
Our Sweat!
Our Blood!
Our SACRIFICE!
The Pillars of Violence are the reason you have this Christmas miracle to reconcile your differences BANG Bros!
Bang Bros have shown their dysfunction runs deep. A family at war. Two segmented teams vying for their chance to claim the great Christmas wreath of a win and call themselves the better team. What was a Bang Call to Arms victory team has now fallen to shambles. An ego driven Awesome, a delusional ex-President who thinks his time is still now, and followers that are as blind as Ray Charles in their pursuit of a win.
The Pillars know our roles and will execute the level of violence we deem required.
Once this Oh Violent Night has ended, their will be only one mission for the Murder Lizard come 2023 - the year of execution for all X*Crown Champions is on the horizon. Friend or foe, if you have a X*Crown championship reign that has been bragged about, that your resume bold prints, then you are my enemy - and the enemy of the Scourge.
None shall be safe.
The King of Violence has spoken.”
A cubicle wall falls over, taking the scrolling font down with it and we are taken to another seen where we see the Murder Lizard in a sweater vest holding a mug of coffee. The Office Space throwback all too recognizable.
“Mhhhmm, I’m gonna need you to come in on Saturday. The P-O-V receipts are due. It’s the season of violence after all.”
Panning out for a wide view, we see Jesse in his mask sip on the coffee, and adjust a pair of ridiculously oversized eyeglasses.
Dripping dark stringy hair comes into the camera’s focus. Reptilian scales with the hide of a dragon shape the abyss of a mask known by the one, Jesse Jamester.
Sliding into the frame we see the Canadian Nightmare’s living area, decorated with the holiday touch. Wreaths and sparkling string lights, bells and holiday stockings hanging from the fireplace. One with Jesse and another with the name Julius hung at each end of the rock foundation of the fireplace mantle.
Sitting on the end of the gnarly old patchwork couch covered in a red holiday blanket, sat Jesse Jamester in his black reptilian mask. Unlike himself, his eyes were solid black. This was a result of his time locked away by the Scourge, Donzig. A soulless monster, no inkling of empathy, not a wink of care behind his gaze.
Static disrupts the viewers screen as we see a pause and rip of that same static. Crinkling up the scene we just saw in a gift wrapping paper, and stuffing it in a bag.
Standing beside the Christmas Tree was a Santa hatted Murder Lizard, with a jolly smile as he hung a decoration that said XHF Rumble in gingerbread ornament glory. Reaching over Jesse gleams sideways and we get the bright sapphire eyes we know the savage star for. A menace to any roster he has crossed paths with, but somehow he wore it with a jolly haggard smile as he hung an ornament featuring his fellow Pillar, Dylan Black.
Jesse: Ole Saint Nick be kickin’ asses if he had the day off. Don’t sweat it aye, Jolly Saint Jesse is here!
Dancing to the Jingle Bells anthem playing on the radio, Jesse leans back and grabs a present, spinning it towards the screen and the whole screen goes through the box and comes out the other side.
THUUUD!
THUUUUUDDDDD!
Rapping at a cellar door, a lonely moon light casts on the face of the Murder Lizard; rocking back and forth on the wooden door. His back bleeding, fresh scars shown thrown the torn shirt that served little purpose at this juncture. Whispering in repetition,
“I serve the scourge..”
Tranced in this comatose state it begins to rain and the screen washes away into a new scene; showing Jesse Jamester on the phone at his kitchen table. Leaning back, his foot balanced off the table as he twirled the cable around his hand and knotted it up.
Jesse: Merry Christmas son!
Setting the phone down, yes, an old rotary phone where the phone had to be hung up people! Young heathens, knowing it all but knowing nothing I say! But I digress… where was I? Yes, the phone sets down and we are fade to black.
In Star Wars introduction fashion, the following words scroll up the screen as narrated by the Murder Lizard himself.
“The Pillars or Violence were not formed as a friendship. We were formed out of respect. We bleed together, burned one another together, and would nearly take anyone of the Pillars to the brink of death! It was that comradery that built Oh Violent Night. It was that foundation that made this night possible. Yes, it was ours!
Our Sweat!
Our Blood!
Our SACRIFICE!
The Pillars of Violence are the reason you have this Christmas miracle to reconcile your differences BANG Bros!
Bang Bros have shown their dysfunction runs deep. A family at war. Two segmented teams vying for their chance to claim the great Christmas wreath of a win and call themselves the better team. What was a Bang Call to Arms victory team has now fallen to shambles. An ego driven Awesome, a delusional ex-President who thinks his time is still now, and followers that are as blind as Ray Charles in their pursuit of a win.
The Pillars know our roles and will execute the level of violence we deem required.
Once this Oh Violent Night has ended, their will be only one mission for the Murder Lizard come 2023 - the year of execution for all X*Crown Champions is on the horizon. Friend or foe, if you have a X*Crown championship reign that has been bragged about, that your resume bold prints, then you are my enemy - and the enemy of the Scourge.
None shall be safe.
The King of Violence has spoken.”
A cubicle wall falls over, taking the scrolling font down with it and we are taken to another seen where we see the Murder Lizard in a sweater vest holding a mug of coffee. The Office Space throwback all too recognizable.
“Mhhhmm, I’m gonna need you to come in on Saturday. The P-O-V receipts are due. It’s the season of violence after all.”
Panning out for a wide view, we see Jesse in his mask sip on the coffee, and adjust a pair of ridiculously oversized eyeglasses.
