"D-Day of a Maverick"
Oct 14, 2023 1:51:25 GMT -5
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Post by Jesse Jamester on Oct 14, 2023 1:51:25 GMT -5
Last week we saw the End of Days singles tournament narrow down to four winners advancing: Death Trap, Jack Diamond, Jason Long and Jesse Jamester. Four competitors left, all seeking to find their way to an XHF Network X*Crown title opportunity.
While the cost to their success would be measured in sweat, blood, and bodily harm they would endure and simultaneously spill throughout the tournament. It would be worth the recognition to any of the four men, if it meant capturing the X*Crown title from Cross Recoba at the End of Days showcase.
But that was to be determined. Right now, it is October 13th, 2023… Friday the thirteenth to be exact. Thunder crackles in the sky as we return to Halloween 1997.
“Jesse!” says a young brunette woman dressed up as Catwoman from the hit movie of the year, Batman & Robin. She hands him a drink.
Standing in front of her was a much younger and clean shaven Jesse Jamester, dressed up as the Crow for the Halloween party they were at.
“Thanks Julie,” responds Jesse before taking a swig from the red party cup, leaving black makeup on the edge of the cup.
“You really should have come as Batman Jess. Then we could have entered the couple costume competition,” states Juliet before she takes a drink.
“They didn’t have my size when I looked for the costume babe, or I would have. But hey, I’m still as handsome as Brandon Lee was in nineteen ninety four with this makeup on, right?” jokes Jesse.
“I think you’d look better in a mask,” she laughs in response.
“What are you saying? I’m ugly!” scoffs Jesse playfully as he turns Julie to face him and goes in for a kiss.
Stopping him just before they kiss, Julie looks up in Jesse’s deep blue eyes and smiles through her half catwoman mask. Dimples showing on her cheeks as she goes in and kisses him.
“Get a room, you two!” boasts the voice of Ryan Shaw as he comes walking by dressed as Austin Powers as he mimics the movie lines “Yeeeeaaa Baaaaby” moments later.
The couple laugh as Ryan’s joke, showing high spirits for the evening. The young couple are as thick as thieves through the evening, playing beer pong and corn hole as a team.
Later in the night, we come back to see Jesse leaning on the balcony porch looking up at the sky. In the not so far distance we hear Julie.
“STOP! I have a boyfriend! I'm not interested!” she yells.
Bolting pass the others in the doorway, Jesse makes his way through a crowded room to the voice and stops just behind the man who she’s being pressured to give a kiss to. Spinning the man around, Jesse slings an arm back before decking the Batman-costumed man in the nose, cracking the plastic mask in the process.
But it doesn’t stop there. Punch after punch go sailing into the man’s face as Jesse unloads until Julie and Ryan pull him off the guy and drag him away from the party. His knuckles covered in blood, Jesse wipes it on his shirt as he finally settles down and gets in the back seat of the car. Ryan was driving and Julie at his side in the backseat.
“You know I had that one covered right?” says Julie to Jesse as she cares for his hands with an ice cube.
“I know I know, I took it too far, I’m sorry Jules. Once I saw Batman I just had to make a point,” says Jesse through a half smile.
“Oh? What point was that now?” asks Julie as she looks up at him rubbing the ice on his knuckles before flicking it out the window.
“That any rich prick can be Batman, but it doesn’t make them impervious to pain. Another reason Wolverine is superior to Batman babe,” states Jesse in a matter-of-fact way.
The two laugh as Ryan chirps up, “that was randy baby, just raaandy I say!”
Now all of them are laughing as the car rolls down the road into the night.
“There comes a time when all your hard work and all that you ever wanted is within reach.”
Says the familiar raspy voice of the Violent One, Jesse Jamester.
“All those long days and sleepless nights obsessing over how you would accomplish it. They all begin to feel worth it at that moment.”
Pause.
“Jason Long has seen those desires come to fruition before. He’s no stranger to the success of what an X*Crown run means for a career in this business. It’s what has driven him to keep chasing that high over and over again.”
A half smile crosses the Violent One’s face, which is hidden under a towel.
“Long, we are very much the same in that regard. I chase the same high that you do. My blood pumps just as yours does. Both of us seek that same accolade that will validate our work ethic. The only difference is, you do it for the love of the fans and I do it for my own personal drive.
Once upon a time, I might have been doing this for the same reason you do. But let’s not confuse the past with the present now Jason… what happened yesterday does not mean dick today. What you did years ago, doesn’t have any merit when you’re in my wrestling ring.
But we aren’t just in a wrestling ring this time are we? No, we’re on the Omaha beach of Normandy, France. It will be a war between us to see who is the Last Man Standing… how fitting.”
He scratches his beard.
“The time for Jason Long to beat Jesse Jamester is not now. No, you see Jason… that stone you wish to turn over, it’s not starting here with me. Instead I urge you to do as France is known to do, and wave the white flag in defeat. Lay down and let the ten count save you to wrestle another day… because if you don’t, it might be the last time you ever have the use of those legs of yours again.”
His tongue licks the top lip.
“While you and all these other hacks continue to question their mortality and what they are going to do when wrestling is over…
Jason, I don’t question it. Not one fucking bit.
I’m going to wrestle until the day I die, and I’m going to do it at the top of my game. Hell son, I started training to wrestle when you were born! Experience is not bound by time though, so I can respect that this younger generation who feels entitled to thinking they ‘did it all’ are somehow above the real world experience of myself.
As I was once young myself, so I get it. You feel invincible right Jason? You feel like you’re never going to be stopped at what you do so well… but again and again, you keep running into the wall that is me — who has shown you I can and I will.”
Turning around, Jesse’s hands reach down and he slips something from a bag. Putting his hands up under the towel before speaking again.
“I don’t bottle my anger up and let it control me Jason. It’s not a pendulum that controls me like it does you. My anger is a driving force to the violence I inflict on my foes… just like it will be at End of Days for you. To me, you’re another Julius. Another bastard son. Another sad excuse of a man who blames his failures on his emotions that he can’t control… Know this Jason, I know what my emotions are going to do, and they’re not hugging it the fuck out with you after I whoop that ass.”
Ripping the towel off his head.
“D-Day was the day the Americans, British, and Canadians dropped down from the sky and came down on Omaha beach to assault the foreign traitors. It was the day that goes down in history as the beginning of the end of World War two.
That nugget of historical recount will repeat itself come October fifteenth, as this Canadian comes crashing down on your Irish pale ass! Just like that of your hopes to recover your XHF Hardcore championship did when I chokeslammed you through a chair of exploding apples in JROK.”
Turning around to reveal the new mask he dawned with a half bone structure on the right and the black and red scales on the left side, Jesse’s bowed head comes up to face the camera.
“This End of Days will be remembered as the D-Day of a maverick. As you are just that Jason, a maverick to the world of wrestling. One of a kind in nature, but one of a kind doesn’t mean it’s meant to last. As I said before, this year was the tour of Violence on the XHF Network, and if you stepped in my way, I would make an example out of you. It’s your turn to be the example the XHF Network needs. It’s your turn to be the example for the X*Crown champion Cross Recoba, of what is coming for him!”
While the cost to their success would be measured in sweat, blood, and bodily harm they would endure and simultaneously spill throughout the tournament. It would be worth the recognition to any of the four men, if it meant capturing the X*Crown title from Cross Recoba at the End of Days showcase.
But that was to be determined. Right now, it is October 13th, 2023… Friday the thirteenth to be exact. Thunder crackles in the sky as we return to Halloween 1997.
“Jesse!” says a young brunette woman dressed up as Catwoman from the hit movie of the year, Batman & Robin. She hands him a drink.
Standing in front of her was a much younger and clean shaven Jesse Jamester, dressed up as the Crow for the Halloween party they were at.
“Thanks Julie,” responds Jesse before taking a swig from the red party cup, leaving black makeup on the edge of the cup.
“You really should have come as Batman Jess. Then we could have entered the couple costume competition,” states Juliet before she takes a drink.
“They didn’t have my size when I looked for the costume babe, or I would have. But hey, I’m still as handsome as Brandon Lee was in nineteen ninety four with this makeup on, right?” jokes Jesse.
“I think you’d look better in a mask,” she laughs in response.
“What are you saying? I’m ugly!” scoffs Jesse playfully as he turns Julie to face him and goes in for a kiss.
Stopping him just before they kiss, Julie looks up in Jesse’s deep blue eyes and smiles through her half catwoman mask. Dimples showing on her cheeks as she goes in and kisses him.
“Get a room, you two!” boasts the voice of Ryan Shaw as he comes walking by dressed as Austin Powers as he mimics the movie lines “Yeeeeaaa Baaaaby” moments later.
The couple laugh as Ryan’s joke, showing high spirits for the evening. The young couple are as thick as thieves through the evening, playing beer pong and corn hole as a team.
Later in the night, we come back to see Jesse leaning on the balcony porch looking up at the sky. In the not so far distance we hear Julie.
“STOP! I have a boyfriend! I'm not interested!” she yells.
Bolting pass the others in the doorway, Jesse makes his way through a crowded room to the voice and stops just behind the man who she’s being pressured to give a kiss to. Spinning the man around, Jesse slings an arm back before decking the Batman-costumed man in the nose, cracking the plastic mask in the process.
But it doesn’t stop there. Punch after punch go sailing into the man’s face as Jesse unloads until Julie and Ryan pull him off the guy and drag him away from the party. His knuckles covered in blood, Jesse wipes it on his shirt as he finally settles down and gets in the back seat of the car. Ryan was driving and Julie at his side in the backseat.
“You know I had that one covered right?” says Julie to Jesse as she cares for his hands with an ice cube.
“I know I know, I took it too far, I’m sorry Jules. Once I saw Batman I just had to make a point,” says Jesse through a half smile.
“Oh? What point was that now?” asks Julie as she looks up at him rubbing the ice on his knuckles before flicking it out the window.
“That any rich prick can be Batman, but it doesn’t make them impervious to pain. Another reason Wolverine is superior to Batman babe,” states Jesse in a matter-of-fact way.
The two laugh as Ryan chirps up, “that was randy baby, just raaandy I say!”
Now all of them are laughing as the car rolls down the road into the night.
“There comes a time when all your hard work and all that you ever wanted is within reach.”
Says the familiar raspy voice of the Violent One, Jesse Jamester.
“All those long days and sleepless nights obsessing over how you would accomplish it. They all begin to feel worth it at that moment.”
Pause.
“Jason Long has seen those desires come to fruition before. He’s no stranger to the success of what an X*Crown run means for a career in this business. It’s what has driven him to keep chasing that high over and over again.”
A half smile crosses the Violent One’s face, which is hidden under a towel.
“Long, we are very much the same in that regard. I chase the same high that you do. My blood pumps just as yours does. Both of us seek that same accolade that will validate our work ethic. The only difference is, you do it for the love of the fans and I do it for my own personal drive.
Once upon a time, I might have been doing this for the same reason you do. But let’s not confuse the past with the present now Jason… what happened yesterday does not mean dick today. What you did years ago, doesn’t have any merit when you’re in my wrestling ring.
But we aren’t just in a wrestling ring this time are we? No, we’re on the Omaha beach of Normandy, France. It will be a war between us to see who is the Last Man Standing… how fitting.”
He scratches his beard.
“The time for Jason Long to beat Jesse Jamester is not now. No, you see Jason… that stone you wish to turn over, it’s not starting here with me. Instead I urge you to do as France is known to do, and wave the white flag in defeat. Lay down and let the ten count save you to wrestle another day… because if you don’t, it might be the last time you ever have the use of those legs of yours again.”
His tongue licks the top lip.
“While you and all these other hacks continue to question their mortality and what they are going to do when wrestling is over…
Jason, I don’t question it. Not one fucking bit.
I’m going to wrestle until the day I die, and I’m going to do it at the top of my game. Hell son, I started training to wrestle when you were born! Experience is not bound by time though, so I can respect that this younger generation who feels entitled to thinking they ‘did it all’ are somehow above the real world experience of myself.
As I was once young myself, so I get it. You feel invincible right Jason? You feel like you’re never going to be stopped at what you do so well… but again and again, you keep running into the wall that is me — who has shown you I can and I will.”
Turning around, Jesse’s hands reach down and he slips something from a bag. Putting his hands up under the towel before speaking again.
“I don’t bottle my anger up and let it control me Jason. It’s not a pendulum that controls me like it does you. My anger is a driving force to the violence I inflict on my foes… just like it will be at End of Days for you. To me, you’re another Julius. Another bastard son. Another sad excuse of a man who blames his failures on his emotions that he can’t control… Know this Jason, I know what my emotions are going to do, and they’re not hugging it the fuck out with you after I whoop that ass.”
Ripping the towel off his head.
“D-Day was the day the Americans, British, and Canadians dropped down from the sky and came down on Omaha beach to assault the foreign traitors. It was the day that goes down in history as the beginning of the end of World War two.
That nugget of historical recount will repeat itself come October fifteenth, as this Canadian comes crashing down on your Irish pale ass! Just like that of your hopes to recover your XHF Hardcore championship did when I chokeslammed you through a chair of exploding apples in JROK.”
Turning around to reveal the new mask he dawned with a half bone structure on the right and the black and red scales on the left side, Jesse’s bowed head comes up to face the camera.
“This End of Days will be remembered as the D-Day of a maverick. As you are just that Jason, a maverick to the world of wrestling. One of a kind in nature, but one of a kind doesn’t mean it’s meant to last. As I said before, this year was the tour of Violence on the XHF Network, and if you stepped in my way, I would make an example out of you. It’s your turn to be the example the XHF Network needs. It’s your turn to be the example for the X*Crown champion Cross Recoba, of what is coming for him!”
