"Repent in the name of Violence"

[Jesse Jamester]

Following TapOut 17/End of Days week 1 show in Salt Lake City, Utah, Jesse is seen in the Winnebago war machine hauling ass down the highway behind a Rolls-Royce Cullinan that appears to be trying to out-run him.

Hands clutching the wheel, Jesse swerves to get beside the Rolls-Royce and goes off the highway to avoid hitting a car in the passing lane.

“Get the fuck out of the way shit stain!” yells Jesse as he maneuvers the Winnebago war machine through the grassy median, around the car, and back on the highway.

The Rolls-Royce steers right and cuts through a closed exit where traffic cones are. Jesse cuts the wheel hard and barely makes the exit. The Rolls-Royce makes a hard right and before Jesse can react the Winnebago smashed in to a cement barrier and smoke comes roaring from the engine.

Smashing the steering wheel with both hands, Jesse stares out the window as the Rolls-Royce tail lights disappear in the spider-webbed window. The smoke blocks the view moments later and Jesse stands up, kicking the side door open of the Winnebago, jumping out and standing on the road to see nothing but the blackness of the night ahead.

“DAMNIT!!!” hollers Jesse.

Hands clenched in fists, we see the Winnebago light up as fire erupts from the engine.

“This day just keeps getting better and better…” mutters Jesse.

As though the words had been heard by some higher power, the sky let out a horrendous cackling of thunder followed by a downpour of rain.

“Really?” says Jesse as he is drenched by the onslaught of rain water.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Jesse makes a call as thunder continues to roar.

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“You’re lucky you know,” says a voice.

“Lucky? My Winnebago is totaled, my son tried killing me and is now running like a little bitch from the consequences he has coming. AND, if that wasn’t enough to prove my point – I have no manager right now. So tell me again, how am I lucky?” matter-of-factly retorts Jesse.

Gesturing with a hand to the empty private jet. There sitting opposite of the Murder Lizard is a clean shaved bald man with a pair of eyeglasses on as he reviews some paperwork.

“Jess, I know things don’t look up right now with your world around you spinning out of control. But I have to remind you of what that has always indicated in the past. As your long time friend, we both know that the hardest parts of life come before the greatest successes. Remember when you pulled me out of the gutter and took me to rehab? Now look at where I am,” responds the man.

A stewardess comes by and places two drinks in front of the men.

“Anything else I can get for you Mister Shaw?” she asks.

“No dear, that’s all for now. Thank you,” replies Shaw.

After the stewardess returns to the front of the jet, Jesse grabs his drink and takes a swig.

“Look, I appreciate the help but I don’t need the lecture okay? You’re doing good and that’s great but unless you have a magic eight ball that I can ask why my son tried killing me and took my best friend’s eye out, I don’t think there’s much else you can do for me,” retorts Jesse as he looks out the window at the night sky.

“I don’t have all the answers Jess. At the very minimal, I’m lending you a looking glass of a different perspective here. It’s not all gloom and doom my friend. You attract what you want in this world, and you’re attracting the self-destruction of yourself by focusing on the negatives,” responds Shaw.

Setting the glass down, Jesse rubs his beard before leaning back and closing his eyes.

“Ryan, I hear what you’re sayin’, really, I do. It’s been a long day. Can I get some rest before we get to New York?” rhetorically asks Jesse.

“Yeah man, get some shut eye. We have an hour before we arrive,” replies Shaw. Shutting the lights above Jesse’s seat off with a press of the button, Shaw leans back in his seat and continues to read his paper work under a single light, glancing up at Jesse from behind his eyeglasses with a look of concern.

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“I only pray to god when I need a favor,

I only drink when I ain’t got a prayer

So who the hell am I… to expect a savior”

As the song plays in the background, it is diluted by the clanging of iron plates.

“Steve, Steve, Steve…”

Repeating the name of his opponent was the familiar tone of XHF Network’s Murder Lizard.

“Back at it again. Steve enters the End of Days tournament hoping to repeat history and get a shot at the X*Crown championship. His success in 2021 was legendary, one spectacle of a performance after another. Defeating Brad Kane, Thespian, Vodka Fizz, and Donzig to become the 2021 End of Days victor.”

A slow clap is heard as the Murder Lizard displays a less than genuine enthusiasm of the results he just mentioned.

“But that was all for nothing wasn’t it Steve? Because you couldn’t finish the job when it came to fighting Dakota Jennings and Spike Kane. Nope, Steve Awesome buckled under the pressure of all that hairspray he uses and lost to Spike Kane…”

A clip from 2021 End of Days Battlefield plays showing the end of the triple threat main event match. Shaking his head, the Murder Lizard takes a moment before continuing.

“This isn’t a history lesson, but a reminder of the failures Steve has endured. Much like the failure of his tag team run with Rat Bastard. Back when REIGN was running on fumes, they put The Awesome Bastards up against Donzig-Gun for the Big Top Plate, or REIGN’s equivalent to a world title so to speak.”

A video clip of REIGN’s X’d Out in Hatley Castle shows the end of the match where Jesse hits a Jesterplex on Steve Awesome off the ladder to help Donzig-Gun win the match.

“Another fail Steve. It looks like you come up short when it matters the most aye? But wait… there is your two X*Crown reigns. The first in 2009 and the last one in 2022. Thirteen years apart Steve, that’s how long it took you to become relevant again. And yet you turn around and lost the X*Crown right back to Zoran Sainovic at the End of Days final showdown in a Greenhouse match.”

Another clip plays of the 2022 End of Days: Forces of Nature main event ending. As the clip comes to an end, a clanging metal noise is heard and the camera refocuses to show Jesse dropping a barbell with weights. The Murder Lizard is caught doing some light lifting between the highlight reel.

“Awesome? I think not.”

Spitting on the floor, Jesse turns his back to the camera and his physique is seen from an over the shoulder view, as he looks into a mirror and begins lifting hundred pound dumb bells to do curls. After maxing out his repetitions, Jesse drops the free weights to the floor, looking in the mirror for a moment. The cold blue stare finds the camera before he turns around to face it.

“Steve and I have history, as I think you’re all now aware of. It’s not only from JROK or REIGN or even Northern Pro Wrestling. No, it goes deeper than that. See I know Steve had a hand in helping that malevolent son of mine. He won’t come out and admit it, but I KNOW!”

His tone shifts from calm to rage as though a light switch had been flicked when he thought of Julius.

“But this isn’t about my son, no, this is about what comes this week in Queens, New York.”

Grabbing a towel, Jesse wipes his neck and throws it over his shoulder as he exits the weight room.

“Steve, you’re the kind of guy who admires himself in the mirror and thinks of himself as ‘sexay’.. (Makes a verbal sound of annoyance) That ego you carry around proudly like a flag… its just one of thing in the long list of bullshit about Steve Awesome that makes me wanna put you on the injured reserve list of HardKore World.”

Lifting the towel up and draping it over his head, Jesse walks through an empty hallway towards the men’s locker room of the private gym he is at.

“I despise everything you represent Steve. From the way you smile to the riptide of sarcasm that spews from your mouth when you speak. Your days of being the top guy are fleeting, if not already behind you. Much like that hairline of yours, it’s all going to disappear when we meet here in round two.

Unlike our last match together Steve, you're not going to be able to sneak in and steal the victory like you did after I beat Jason Long. This isn’t a repeat of your match with Thespian where you steal it with a cheap shot to advance in the End of Days tournament years ago.


NO!


This is as personal as it gets for me Steve! This is my family you fucked with! This is my life you are fucking with! That means, the boundaries of rules and what’s right or wrong morally, don’t apply to me any fuckin’ more!

I’m not playing wrestler Steve, I’m not some masked vigilante like the superhero movies that won’t cast your sorry actor ass! I’m a cold-blooded murderer – I spent nearly four fucking years for involuntary manslaughter! And that wasn’t even someone I knew that I hurt, so what exactly do you think that means I’m going to do to you?!

Steve, I don’t NEED to win the End of Days tournament to get what I want. No, I have my back up plan for an X*Crown shot secured. That’s not my goal here with our round two match.

I aim to keep Steve Awesome OUT of the limelight and away from the X*Crown picture at any means necessary. We could go to a time limit draw, and both be out of the tournament – so be it. Winning is a bonus in this matchup with you Steve, but ultimately, I want to hurt the magnificent and almighty Steve Awesome and send him to an early retirement.

It's no disqualification and I’m going to take every liberty that I can to make sure that Steve does not advance in this year’s End of Days tournament. You thought what I did in the past was violent? Then this End of Days will be a religious awakening of AWESOME proportions.

Mark my words, this Sunday at End of Days in Queens, New York – the barbed wire will come out, the blood will spill, and I will smile with a sick shit eating grin when I watch your dreams of advancing in this tournament come to end! In a world pretending to be saints, I'm the violent sinner who comes knockin', reminding the world that their meaning in the world is a foundation of lies!”