Post by Jesse Jamester on Sept 22, 2021 14:30:43 GMT -5
“If he wants to be a puppet, then I’ll do it on my own.”
The words slide off the tongue of a disgruntled Jesse Jamester, who sits in the airport waiting for his flight.
“I’m tired of letting men tell me what to do. I haven’t spoken to Scott Steel, the Colossus, since this Weezle started as his manager. Weedler wants to speak for Scott, and I’m not playing those games - if Scott wants to talk to me, he knows my number, I’m not a hard man to find!”
Walking up on his left, the blonde haired cut from granite jawline of his son Julius appears with a coffee. Sporting a slick silver vest over a white dress shirt, Julius couldn’t look any further from his father’s son. Jesse on the other hand was wearing jeans, boots, and black T-shirt with a band on it. His grizzled face showing, since masks of his variety in an airport weren’t necessarily favored.
“Not like this match for the tag titles means a damn anyway kid. Throwing people over the top rope isn’t proof you’re good. Anybody on any given day can throw a schmuck over a top rope. Example A, Dylan Black claimed his second X*Crown by dumping Adrien Cochrane over the top in the XHF Rumble… now if he’d have pinned him, there wouldn’t be any debate in the world that he’s the best of the best. Gus Arnold knows what he was doing kid, he didn’t set up the former Syndicate for success, because he knows not a damn man in this match is able to get the pin on us. We are monsters among men, and they are all afraid to admit that they don’t stand a chance in that ring against us. Whether we work together, or we work alone, it’s been proven time and time again, the Colossus and Jesse Jamester dominate wherever we go.”
Julius looks at his cup and realizes the one he handed his dad, and looks at his again to see a red sticker.
“Damn it! I gave you the wrong coffee, no wonder you’re fired up. That’s not decaf Dad,” blurts Julius as he grabs the cup and switches them from his dad’s arm rest.
“Huh?” Jesse says as he paces the sitting area, obviously caffeinated but also pumped up about this topic. “Point of the matter is this, if it comes down to it, I’ll win this damn thing without Colossus if that’s the case. There isn’t much to say about the other teams, they are getting the opportunity of a life time to step in the ring for belts they didn’t earn the right to fight for. We had to claw our way through the Tag division in Northern Pro, jump through hoops and clobber every pair of posers on our way to the Dark Stars. Now you have seven teams all unworthy of being champions getting a lucky break to be champions, it really sings the tune to how far the tag division in Northern Pro has fallen. All this focus on the Open Weight championship, the Trios championships, I gotta say, Gus Arnold has failed his tag team division, and this match proves that point in spades.”
“Dad, why even bother showing up then? Not like you really need the Imperial Crowns to showcase yourself. You have your main event with Hunter on June 8th, then you’re off to the races to fight whoever, why not go for the North American Double Crown that Lord Dominicus holds? Since Eric Dane has left, nobody has had the same momentum you have. The Rumble, your presence in NPW being asked to lead the Call to Arms team. I don’t think you get to this point without being the heavily favored man for the job,” says Julius as he looks at his dad sip his coffee.
“All a matter of time Jewls. We don’t rush things, Lord Dominicus will have his date with the Nightmare, and it will be hellacious, no doubt about it. But there's other business, the business of Eron Hunter, that’s personal. All these months I’ve been reeling him in, waiting for him to finally open up and fight like a man. It took me pushing Eron to the edge of the cliff, for him to feel that flee or fight mentality I was hoping he could bring to the party. If there's one thing I know better than anyone son, it’s how to get the best out of someone… and I will. Eron Hunter may be discredited by the rest of the locker room for his size, and that’s there own failure of judgement ya see. He doesn’t possess that mean streak, so people see him as weak. But I know deep down, he has the warrior instinct, the fight of free man, and he won’t bend his morals to win. What I want from Eron Hunter, I will get and take all the way to the bank. There isn’t a doubt about it. We were destined to fight on the big stage, to take the crowd in the palm of our hand, and put on one of the biggest spectacles - and in turn, the world will have their eyes glued to what we do.”
Julius looks up from his seat, sipping on his coffee, confused but processing the words his father just said. The airport speaker of their terminal chimes the boarding process has begun, and the father and son duo begin to walk towards the line forming at the door.
As they board the plane and sit down, Jesse finds his window seat, looking out on the run way.
You don’t need Colossus. He’s holding you back.
“I don’t need anyone.”
You’re finally getting it.
The plane takes off finally, and with it, the scene fades into the clouds that come into view from the Canadian Nightmare’s perspective.
The words slide off the tongue of a disgruntled Jesse Jamester, who sits in the airport waiting for his flight.
“I’m tired of letting men tell me what to do. I haven’t spoken to Scott Steel, the Colossus, since this Weezle started as his manager. Weedler wants to speak for Scott, and I’m not playing those games - if Scott wants to talk to me, he knows my number, I’m not a hard man to find!”
Walking up on his left, the blonde haired cut from granite jawline of his son Julius appears with a coffee. Sporting a slick silver vest over a white dress shirt, Julius couldn’t look any further from his father’s son. Jesse on the other hand was wearing jeans, boots, and black T-shirt with a band on it. His grizzled face showing, since masks of his variety in an airport weren’t necessarily favored.
“Not like this match for the tag titles means a damn anyway kid. Throwing people over the top rope isn’t proof you’re good. Anybody on any given day can throw a schmuck over a top rope. Example A, Dylan Black claimed his second X*Crown by dumping Adrien Cochrane over the top in the XHF Rumble… now if he’d have pinned him, there wouldn’t be any debate in the world that he’s the best of the best. Gus Arnold knows what he was doing kid, he didn’t set up the former Syndicate for success, because he knows not a damn man in this match is able to get the pin on us. We are monsters among men, and they are all afraid to admit that they don’t stand a chance in that ring against us. Whether we work together, or we work alone, it’s been proven time and time again, the Colossus and Jesse Jamester dominate wherever we go.”
Julius looks at his cup and realizes the one he handed his dad, and looks at his again to see a red sticker.
“Damn it! I gave you the wrong coffee, no wonder you’re fired up. That’s not decaf Dad,” blurts Julius as he grabs the cup and switches them from his dad’s arm rest.
“Huh?” Jesse says as he paces the sitting area, obviously caffeinated but also pumped up about this topic. “Point of the matter is this, if it comes down to it, I’ll win this damn thing without Colossus if that’s the case. There isn’t much to say about the other teams, they are getting the opportunity of a life time to step in the ring for belts they didn’t earn the right to fight for. We had to claw our way through the Tag division in Northern Pro, jump through hoops and clobber every pair of posers on our way to the Dark Stars. Now you have seven teams all unworthy of being champions getting a lucky break to be champions, it really sings the tune to how far the tag division in Northern Pro has fallen. All this focus on the Open Weight championship, the Trios championships, I gotta say, Gus Arnold has failed his tag team division, and this match proves that point in spades.”
“Dad, why even bother showing up then? Not like you really need the Imperial Crowns to showcase yourself. You have your main event with Hunter on June 8th, then you’re off to the races to fight whoever, why not go for the North American Double Crown that Lord Dominicus holds? Since Eric Dane has left, nobody has had the same momentum you have. The Rumble, your presence in NPW being asked to lead the Call to Arms team. I don’t think you get to this point without being the heavily favored man for the job,” says Julius as he looks at his dad sip his coffee.
“All a matter of time Jewls. We don’t rush things, Lord Dominicus will have his date with the Nightmare, and it will be hellacious, no doubt about it. But there's other business, the business of Eron Hunter, that’s personal. All these months I’ve been reeling him in, waiting for him to finally open up and fight like a man. It took me pushing Eron to the edge of the cliff, for him to feel that flee or fight mentality I was hoping he could bring to the party. If there's one thing I know better than anyone son, it’s how to get the best out of someone… and I will. Eron Hunter may be discredited by the rest of the locker room for his size, and that’s there own failure of judgement ya see. He doesn’t possess that mean streak, so people see him as weak. But I know deep down, he has the warrior instinct, the fight of free man, and he won’t bend his morals to win. What I want from Eron Hunter, I will get and take all the way to the bank. There isn’t a doubt about it. We were destined to fight on the big stage, to take the crowd in the palm of our hand, and put on one of the biggest spectacles - and in turn, the world will have their eyes glued to what we do.”
Julius looks up from his seat, sipping on his coffee, confused but processing the words his father just said. The airport speaker of their terminal chimes the boarding process has begun, and the father and son duo begin to walk towards the line forming at the door.
As they board the plane and sit down, Jesse finds his window seat, looking out on the run way.
You don’t need Colossus. He’s holding you back.
“I don’t need anyone.”
You’re finally getting it.
The plane takes off finally, and with it, the scene fades into the clouds that come into view from the Canadian Nightmare’s perspective.
