"Words for the Warrior and the Fool"

Change.

An unwelcomed and often resisted state; transition period; different from the usual or norm. 



It took a Jesterplex to wake you up.

The crackling of wood in the background is heard as the camera angles up from the floor. The lumberjack look of the Canadian Nightmare, sitting in front of the living room fireplace. Unusual for Jesse, this time his mask was not present. The bearded face of Northern Pro Wrestling's North American Double Crown Champion was scraggly and full. Lips barely visible under the snout of a nose and the scarred forehead of the veteran. Sitting in his Alberta home, the champion was reserved in his appearance this evening. Instead of his normal theatrical video blogs, the scenery was nearly normal today.

Jesse Jamester: Alex. Turner.

Drawing a hand up to his beard as he mulls on the name.

Jesse Jamester: Did I drop you too hard on your head? I must have for you to be as bold as you have been. Going around calling me John Wayne and Jay-Jay. Eh, we are not some sorta chums. (loud interrupting noise) EEEEEH-EEEHHH! Dead wrong Turner. Dead. Fuckin’. Wrong.

Reaching forward after the loud verbal noise, Jesse throws a log into the fireplace.

Jesse Jamester: There is no universe where Alex Turner and Jesse Jamester are friends. I don’t give a damn what you think you have with that shot you earned at Honor in December. With Donzig’s help eh? Yeah, the Scourge finally realized that those who can’t do, support others who can’t do it either. Go figure eh. Timeless, was losing your bestie Primal rough? So you went out and found a psychopath as his replacement. What strange times for Turner it must be. 

Shaking his head over the thought of the two working together, Donzig and Timeless. Who'd have thunk it. 

Jesse Jamester: The Empire, I could care less about. Honestly, it sounds like a ripoff of the Syndicate but I’m not one to judge. As they say, imitation is the highest form of flattery, so thanks for confirming my trendsetting ways Timeless… but that's the last thanks you’ll get from me, I mean it.

Reaching forward, Jesse grabs the cast iron poker near his right arm rest and pushes a log on the fire forward, rolling it in the charcoal until the log was in the middle.

Jesse Jamester: Alex, this is your one and only warning. Should I see you talking to my son in my presence again… It will be far worse than a Jesterplex coming your way. What you think you have found in security with the Empire, will only be another door for me to kick in and come through! Stack’em up, stand’em tall, there aint a force in N-P-Dubya that can stop the Canadian Nightmare! The ReVenants tried, and look where that got them. Your fate will be no different, I promise you that turner. When it comes to my family, I will do anything in my power to defend it. Julius will make his own choices, I know that. But it's in your best interest to stay far far away from him, for your health, and career.

Cracking his neck, Jesse sets the fire poker down as the log begins crackling in the fireplace. Staring at it, the cold blue sapphire eyes of the champion show the reflection of the embers; a picture-esque of the feelings he was emitting towards ‘Timeless’ here.

Jesse Jamester: Onto the most important matter… Ronnie Long.

Rising from his seat, Jesse places something on the mantel above the fireplace and turns slowly back towards the camera as he begins to speak.

Jesse Jamester: Unlike Timeless, I have respect for Ronnie Long, our Openweight champion. Ronnie is a fighter, a veteran, and has honor for the work we put in night after night in that twenty-by-twenty. He strives to be his best every time he steps between those ropes and locks up with an opponent. (pause) He doesn’t need the flash or the sizzle to mask his insecurities like Timeless, no, that’s not his style.

Standing slightly adjacent to the chair now, Jesse folds his arms as he nods briefly.

Jesse Jamester: I know Ronnie isn’t going to play some cheap game to find an edge. He isn’t going to whine and bitch because of a referee's mistake. Ronnie is the guy who when the storm hits, he goes straight towards it, knowing that someone needs his help and he’ll do whatever it takes to help them and survive. He’s a warrior. At Honor, Heart of Halifax, Ronnie Long, I look forward to putting on a match for the ages with you. It’s been too long, yet it feels like the perfect time for us to light Halifax on fire and give those fans a match to remember. Let’s steal the show, and make the fourth annual Cruiserweight Cup a night that fans call legendary. I want your best, and I won’t settle for any less Ronnie.

A slamming door is heard in the background, out of view from the camera. Only the reaction of Jesse’s eyes darting from the camera to the source of the noise can be seen.

Jesse Jamester: Julius. I can explain--

Stepping forward quickly, Jesse reaches over and above the camera with an arm as his body awkwardly goes out of frame before the stream ends.