"Time to meet your maker"

[Jesse Jamester]

Betrayal was the root of the Murder Lizard’s recent attitude change. His vicious and meticulous mind is now fueled by the fact that he believed his son Julius was responsible for the explosion of his Calgary home back in April.


Ring…. Ring…. Ring–


“Yes?” says a voice as the phone call is answered.

“Have you located him?” inquires Jesse Jamester with the mobile phone on speaker in front of him. Sitting on a stool next to the workbench is his agent, Kieran Roth.

“Affirmative,” answers the male voice.

“Confirm when you have completed the job,” states Jesse with a cold stern tone before ending the call.

Turning around, Jesse stares blankly at the wall ahead.

“Boss, are you sure this is the only path forward?” Kieran asks as he places his thumbs behind his suspenders.

“It may not be the only path, but it’s the one I have chosen. There’s no turning back now,” announces Jesse as he stands up.

Climbing down from the stool, Kieran’s feet touch the floor and he begins to walk towards the stairs before stopping at the bottom step. Turning his body to the side, Kieran looks back at the Murder Lizard and waits for him to make eye contact.

“I once had a son of my own Jess,” shares Kieran.

Blinking as the information registers in the Murder Lizard’s mind, Jesse bows his head.

“If this is too much for you, I understand if you need to step away,” responds Jesse.

“How did you know–” begins Kieran.

“I know what loss feels like. It’s written on your face. You don’t need to explain any more. I will respect whatever decision you make,” says a sympathetic Jesse.

Nodding, Kieran turns and heads up the stairs as Jesse turns back to the workbench. Opening the top center drawer, he pulls out a picture and holds it in his hand. Long brunette hair and green eyes beam from the photo as the woman’s smile shows the vibrant energy of the woman.

“Oh how I miss you. My dear Julie,” whispers Jesse out loud as he stares at her photo with a glint reflecting on what appears to be a tear in his left eye forming. 

---

“Threats from Kira Izumi are supposed to scare me?!”


The sputtering of lips going ‘Pfffft’ as Jesse Jamester turns off the television.

Stepping back, we see the Murder Lizard in his Calgary barn basement. On one side of the television hangs the off-network Canadian Championship Wrestling World Championship that he was now the owner of. On the other side is the poster for the match Jesse would have at XHF’s End of Days on October 1st, 2023. In vibrant colors and picture perfect quality the poster shows Jesse Jamester, Jason Long, Kira Izumi and TEMERARIO slated for a four way match with two falls to determine those who would advance in the singles tournament.

“Izumi, you’re one in a mass of thousands who have threatened me… and yet here I stand. I’m still proving the haters wrong. For fuck sakes, I ran off the biggest hater of them all — Dylan Black.”

Clears throat as he dusts off his shoulder and walks around the bend into another room of the barn basement. Here we see the many masks of Jesse Jamester, from his Canadian Nightmare days, to the Murder Lizard and the King of Violence ones he has been wearing as of recent. Then there were others, nearly four dozen more masks that were positioned on skulls as though being displayed at a store on a mannequin.

“Kira Izumi, you’re no more than an obstacle in my path to conquering the End of Days singles tournament. Let’s get something clear here Mister Fear…. Ahem, I’m not hardcore - that’s what you call second rate pillars like PRICE or Spike Kane. No, this isn’t your coming to devil moment where you find the courage and balls you lost somewhere along the lines in JROK.”

Pulling a drawer open, Jesse pulls out a black bag and sets it on the workshop table before closing the drawer.

“I have gone toe-to-toe with Jason Long and we saw what the outcome was. A violent grave ended his dreams of regaining the XHF Hardcore championship. Jason Long, he’s a formidable opponent, if he brings the fight that made him an X*Crown champion that is. But I suspect Jason doesn’t have that same hunger any more. Whether it’s fading like a candle about to go out, or is just dim from the beatings he took these past few years… I don’t really give a damn. I only need one fall to secure my advancement in the tournament.”

Pulling something from the black bag, Jesse begins to turn and walk out of the room of masks and now back around through the room with the television and to the left. Here we see steps that lead up to the first floor of the barn. Jesse walks around them, keeping to the basement, before opening a sliding wood door to a desolate and pitch black room. As his body enters the room, the Murder Lizard vanishes into the darkness for what feels like minutes but is only fifteen or so seconds.

Blinking to life, long tube lights hanging from the ceiling illuminate the room. What seemed like another room in a basement was in fact a full on warehouse storage room. Dead in the center sits an old wrestling ring sitting only two feet off the ground, with stains on the canvas and turnbuckle pads that had seen better days.

Standing with his back to the camera, Jesse was positioned at the front of the ring with his arms on the top rope as he stood on the floor rather than the apron.

“Fear may scare folks like TEMERARIO. However Kira, it’s only a motivator for the Violent One.”

Turning around, Jesse Jamester reveals a new mask that is split down the middle; one half bone and the other half black scales with red running through the scales cracks. His dark brown hair hangs scraggly in front of the mask, before he lifts his chin up and flips the hair behind him and stares directly into the camera. The cold blue stare turns sideways to show the skull side of the Murder Lizard’s mask.

“The XHF Network talent have spoken my name for the LAST time with disrespect! Their tongues have spot ridicule and lies all year long. Wrestlers like Cross Recoba, Steve Awesome, Kira Izumi, Donzig, Jason Long and El Rey! The XHF network’s talent has pissed me off by throwing dirt on my name, and it’s gone on far too long! Consequences for the lack of respect around here is coming whether they know it or not!

I have left a path of destruction in Japan this year as I tour JROK. I have taken the names of some of its great champions and put them through the gauntlet of violence and shown the world that they did not measure up! Their world of violence pales in comparison to the real deal. Only recently did El Rey find that out first hand. Now it’s time to take that gauntlet of violence to End of Days and challenge the XHF Network’s hungriest stars to see if they can hold a candle to the Violent One.

Temerario, you mean nothing to me. You’re a body in the way that I have to put down. I see you as a sack of meat that must be dealt with. If you’re wise, you’ll find a hiding spot under the ring and wait for me to take the first fall. Maybe then, you will survive and have a chance at the second fall.

Heed my warning Temerario: should you end up in my way — I will make you the sacrificial lamb of my End of Days advancement. Your dreams of finding an X*Crown championship will be buried by a Violent Grave.”

Turning his head to face the camera with his eyes now closed. Jesse exhales through his nose and it’s seen in the cold temperature of the room. Opening his eyes, the steel blue cold gaze sharply looks into the lens.

“It is MY TIME to rule the XHF!


Jason Long, Temerario, Kira Izumi…

There is nothing left to do but pray. Pray to your higher powers. Pray that the plane I travel in crashes before I arrive in Utah. if that fails, pray again, and again... Pray for your survival in this match, so you can pull yourself together to compete again another day.  It's not a matter of if, but when, because I’m coming for everything! Everything that I have ever been told I wasn't, I am out to prove that I am! The X*Crown Championship will be mine, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.

Your dreams have come to Utah to die. This year, End of Days will be my throne to sit upon as the victor.”

Cracking his neck as he crosses his arms, the camera zooms out and then goes blank as the door slams shut in front of it.