"Confronting the Opposition" by Julius Fristik
Jan 25, 2022 2:29:51 GMT -5
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Post by Jesse Jamester on Jan 25, 2022 2:29:51 GMT -5
“Jay Stevens…”
The name rang like a bell tolling for the top of the hour. A name revered in the history of Northern Pro Wrestling’s cruiserweight division. A former North American Cruiserweight Champion, a veteran with lineage tracing back generations. Jay Stevens was bred to be a wrestler, and was the ultimate test…
“Your name carries weight. Rightfully so. You have carried yourself with dignity and pride throughout your career, living up to the legacy of your father…” nodding, Julius Fristik is seen as the camera zooms out to show the young athlete glistening in sweat.
A gym surrounded him, while mostly empty, the noise of the few working out was heard clanging in the background. Green discolored walls, tall mirrors, and an assortment of equipment. Julius was looking over at the cameraman he had hired to follow him around, a tip his father shared with him as he began to separate his identity from that of his dad’s, and began his Cruiserweight Cup tour.
“I know all about living up to a legacy Jay. While you have made a career of it, I am only beginning mine. I’m not going to dress you down like I did Eddie Havok. No, Jay Stevens deserves respect because he’s proven that old dogs can still learn new tricks. Right Jay? It was just last year you beat Lord Dominicus to find your first championship in NPW,” Julius begins to clap as his clean shaven jawline clenches and the sapphire blue eyes look off to the left of the camera.
Suddenly the claps stop.
“Congratulations Jay, you did the unthinkable! Not only that, but you turned around and let a newcomer steal it right off you too. Yeah, I went back and watched the match as Lochlyn Cade goaded you into defending your title, and then stole the victory in the mind-fuck of the century!” states Julius, his eyebrows rising high.
“How did you manage the fallout? Oh… you didn’t did you? Instead of coming back to play the hero you disappeared behind the curtain. Only reemerging when a shot at glory in the shape of the Cruiserweight Cup appears. I’m not diminishing your reign, or judging you for your choices Jay, but it leaves a lot to the imagination of our viewers, of the fans; doesn’t it? What was the reason Jay Stevens slipped and let that loss happen to Cade? And why did he disappear right after? Was Jay protecting his image?” nonchalantly says Julius as he shrugs.
“I don’t need to protect an image Jay Stevens. I’ve been stirring and training to get back to peak health and recover my vocals from the attack Spike Kane laid on me. While I was rehabilitating, I watched this division fall in standard. The talented men like Eron Hunter and Lord Dominicus who once made headlined shows as cruiserweight attractions… has now fallen to the likes of Rob Garcia!”
A youthful look of disgust crosses Julius Fristik’s face as he shakes his head.
“Frankly, I don’t know how you have been so coy about all that you walked away from Jay. For the love of this sport, how do you do that to them? (pointing to fans that weren’t there) How do you do that to the guys in the locker room? I wanted to be there to stand next to my dad at The Great Northern War and fight the ReVenants, but he had to go bargain with the Bastards instead. Hell, he had to go find Scott Steel and call in a favor! Where was Jay Stevens when NPW was fighting for it’s life?”
His hand goes to his chin as he looks on with a quizzical look.
“Because I know where I was Jay, and I didn’t want anything more than to be right back here doing what I am right now!” his voice raising, we hear the conviction as his eyebrows angle down, and that cold blue stare the fans knew oh so well pierced the camera.
“My dad taught me to never underestimate my opponent. Jay Stevens, I am not coming to take your legacy away; I’m looking to take you by surprise and take my place in the finals with a victory. That’s it, cut and dry. We don’t need any extra, because at the end of the day, I am the bright future of NPW! You have me in experience but make no mistake Jay, I’m not unfamiliar to the amateur wrestling style. I will tie you up and roll you around that canvas if you slip up. There is not a technical facet of this game I have not studied, practiced and executed. Perfect. That’s what I am to be, the Pegasus of Perfection,” states Julius with purpose.
“Slap it on a t-shirt and call my agent, I have to get back to training. And Jay… don’t underestimate me,” bluntly says Julius as he places his airpods in and picks up dumbbells. The determined young man may have come off as cocky or even arrogant, yet he believed every word he said.
Julius was finding his own way, not being the tag along to his dad, Jesse Jamester. The two were last seen in the lead up to the CWA World Title Tournament Grand Finale show in Las Vegas. Appearing with the Council of Chaos as Jesse reminded those gunning for his championship, he had backup. Julius however, told his father he wanted no help during the Cruiserweight Cup.
With that, Julius was taking aim to show he could do this all on his own. One against all, he had something to prove since returning from his injury. How long could this new fire roar in the young athlete? Will the Cruiserweight Cup be the rise of a new talent in Northern Pro Wrestling? And would that be the Pegasus, Julius Fristik…
Find out February 2nd, 2022. Live from the Scotiabank Arena in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
The name rang like a bell tolling for the top of the hour. A name revered in the history of Northern Pro Wrestling’s cruiserweight division. A former North American Cruiserweight Champion, a veteran with lineage tracing back generations. Jay Stevens was bred to be a wrestler, and was the ultimate test…
“Your name carries weight. Rightfully so. You have carried yourself with dignity and pride throughout your career, living up to the legacy of your father…” nodding, Julius Fristik is seen as the camera zooms out to show the young athlete glistening in sweat.
A gym surrounded him, while mostly empty, the noise of the few working out was heard clanging in the background. Green discolored walls, tall mirrors, and an assortment of equipment. Julius was looking over at the cameraman he had hired to follow him around, a tip his father shared with him as he began to separate his identity from that of his dad’s, and began his Cruiserweight Cup tour.
“I know all about living up to a legacy Jay. While you have made a career of it, I am only beginning mine. I’m not going to dress you down like I did Eddie Havok. No, Jay Stevens deserves respect because he’s proven that old dogs can still learn new tricks. Right Jay? It was just last year you beat Lord Dominicus to find your first championship in NPW,” Julius begins to clap as his clean shaven jawline clenches and the sapphire blue eyes look off to the left of the camera.
Suddenly the claps stop.
“Congratulations Jay, you did the unthinkable! Not only that, but you turned around and let a newcomer steal it right off you too. Yeah, I went back and watched the match as Lochlyn Cade goaded you into defending your title, and then stole the victory in the mind-fuck of the century!” states Julius, his eyebrows rising high.
“How did you manage the fallout? Oh… you didn’t did you? Instead of coming back to play the hero you disappeared behind the curtain. Only reemerging when a shot at glory in the shape of the Cruiserweight Cup appears. I’m not diminishing your reign, or judging you for your choices Jay, but it leaves a lot to the imagination of our viewers, of the fans; doesn’t it? What was the reason Jay Stevens slipped and let that loss happen to Cade? And why did he disappear right after? Was Jay protecting his image?” nonchalantly says Julius as he shrugs.
“I don’t need to protect an image Jay Stevens. I’ve been stirring and training to get back to peak health and recover my vocals from the attack Spike Kane laid on me. While I was rehabilitating, I watched this division fall in standard. The talented men like Eron Hunter and Lord Dominicus who once made headlined shows as cruiserweight attractions… has now fallen to the likes of Rob Garcia!”
A youthful look of disgust crosses Julius Fristik’s face as he shakes his head.
“Frankly, I don’t know how you have been so coy about all that you walked away from Jay. For the love of this sport, how do you do that to them? (pointing to fans that weren’t there) How do you do that to the guys in the locker room? I wanted to be there to stand next to my dad at The Great Northern War and fight the ReVenants, but he had to go bargain with the Bastards instead. Hell, he had to go find Scott Steel and call in a favor! Where was Jay Stevens when NPW was fighting for it’s life?”
His hand goes to his chin as he looks on with a quizzical look.
“Because I know where I was Jay, and I didn’t want anything more than to be right back here doing what I am right now!” his voice raising, we hear the conviction as his eyebrows angle down, and that cold blue stare the fans knew oh so well pierced the camera.
“My dad taught me to never underestimate my opponent. Jay Stevens, I am not coming to take your legacy away; I’m looking to take you by surprise and take my place in the finals with a victory. That’s it, cut and dry. We don’t need any extra, because at the end of the day, I am the bright future of NPW! You have me in experience but make no mistake Jay, I’m not unfamiliar to the amateur wrestling style. I will tie you up and roll you around that canvas if you slip up. There is not a technical facet of this game I have not studied, practiced and executed. Perfect. That’s what I am to be, the Pegasus of Perfection,” states Julius with purpose.
“Slap it on a t-shirt and call my agent, I have to get back to training. And Jay… don’t underestimate me,” bluntly says Julius as he places his airpods in and picks up dumbbells. The determined young man may have come off as cocky or even arrogant, yet he believed every word he said.
Julius was finding his own way, not being the tag along to his dad, Jesse Jamester. The two were last seen in the lead up to the CWA World Title Tournament Grand Finale show in Las Vegas. Appearing with the Council of Chaos as Jesse reminded those gunning for his championship, he had backup. Julius however, told his father he wanted no help during the Cruiserweight Cup.
With that, Julius was taking aim to show he could do this all on his own. One against all, he had something to prove since returning from his injury. How long could this new fire roar in the young athlete? Will the Cruiserweight Cup be the rise of a new talent in Northern Pro Wrestling? And would that be the Pegasus, Julius Fristik…
Find out February 2nd, 2022. Live from the Scotiabank Arena in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
