Post by Jesse Jamester on Sept 22, 2021 14:34:30 GMT -5
A fire blazes on a hill somewhere in Alberta, Canada. Stars lighting up the summer sky, as the fresh smell of burning wood lingers in the air. Tossing a railroad tie onto the burn pile, Jesse Jamester appears in the frame. The shirtless Canadian Nightmare has his hands covered in soot, and scars and tattoos litter his torso and arms. Wherever he wasn’t inked, he was scarred, all but the left shoulder, a vacant spot of skin, now covered in dirt and ash.
Maneuvering the newly placed log around with a pitchfork, Jesse sticks it in the ground as the camera focuses on his upper body. His back to the camera, the flames rolling up past his head, nearly nine feet in height, not to mention a good six in diameter.
“Burning the wood that falls is a way of remembering its purpose. To keep us warm, to keep us fit, to act as a resource for the one willing to do the work for it. Since day one, I’ve been putting the work in aye. Good ol’e boy Jesse has been bustin’ his ass because he knows, this is his last song and dance. So forgive me Eron, when I call you out for some bullshit, and don’t find pity in you coming to realize you were dead WRONG!” claims Jesse as he turns to face the drone camera flying behind him doing the filming.
“Better yet, keep your apology. I don’t want no ‘I’m sorry, this is how I would parent my kid.’ You aren’t the father Eron, you don’t get to tell me how to raise my son! You don’t have my respect to even be in the fuckin’ conversation! (Impersonating Eron) ‘But Jesse, I just think you need to realize he wants to be around you. Your son needs you!’ SHUT YOUR MOUTH ERON! You don’t think I know my OWN son!? You don’t think we’re far beyond me giving a fuck what your rationalization or epiphany is now? NO! I got a one track mind when it comes to this topic, so listen up and listen well…”
Pacing in front of the fire, Jesse shows the veins in his neck intensifying with his vocals. His son recently attacked on NPW Honor by Spike Kane; and Eron Hunter telling him what he needs to do; it was a combustible cocktail for an already unhinged man they called the Canadian Nightmare.
“Eron, that perch you have found for yourself must be mighty high, for you to look down on me again and have the gull, scratch that - the balls, to tell me how to be a father! Little lesson for you Eron, if nobody asked -- Then nobody, and I do mean nobody fuckin’ wants to hear it! You crossed the line for the last time! You see, while I spend my days taking care of my son who is in the hospital due to Spike Kane, I’m running around doing interviews, representing the Northern Pro Wrestling company in all the fuckin’ XHF events, and to top it off, I’m doing podcasts, radio shows, interviews on the daily show, signings for Gus Arnold, fly here, fly there, flying fuckin’ everywhere! While you what? Oh you entered Trios? Oh you had a fight with Keith Williams? Awwwwe, are you okay Eron? Is your leg banged up still? Is that knee botherin’ you again?”
Slapping his own knee, Jesse grabs a Singapore cane from the fire, wrapped in some kind of cloth at the end, which is now engulfed in flames. He pulls it out and points it directly at the camera.
“Eron Hunter is going to be the casualty of his own ignorance come Shockwave. While I know it ain't going to involve chairs or chains. Ya see, I don’t need those things for what I am going to do you Eron. I’ve been watching you far before I ever entered these doors, Eron. When I walked in here, I handed over a piece of paper with five names on it for Gus Arnold. He asked me what those names meant, and I told him -- those are the men I want here. He didn’t ask again. He knew from the way I left it, what had to be done. Mind you, I didn’t think I’d have to teach you so quickly where you were on the pecking order, Eron. But make no bones about it, I am going to do just that,” the Singapore cane a few feet from his chest, Jesse’s upper body and mask illuminated from the flames. A sinister homage to the anger rising in the man speaking.
“It’s a damn shame Eron that it had to come to this. I wanted a different path for you. I wanted to see you as a friend. For some people, they can’t get past their egos to see the hand looking to lift them up."
Spitting on the ground, Jesse holds the cane up so it shows right in front of his face, cutting his mask in half with flames in the middle.
"You berated me as a father, you have misunderstood me as a man, and you have the nerve to question my in-ring ability against you; I think the story says it all Eron Hunter… you are unprepared for what is coming. In that ring, you are in my world. And I don’t intend on letting you leave until you show me the respect I deserve. Expect the unexpected.”
Tossing the Singapore cane at the Drone like a spear, it hits head on causing the spinning camera to see ash, fire, and stars as it twirls to the ground.
Maneuvering the newly placed log around with a pitchfork, Jesse sticks it in the ground as the camera focuses on his upper body. His back to the camera, the flames rolling up past his head, nearly nine feet in height, not to mention a good six in diameter.
“Burning the wood that falls is a way of remembering its purpose. To keep us warm, to keep us fit, to act as a resource for the one willing to do the work for it. Since day one, I’ve been putting the work in aye. Good ol’e boy Jesse has been bustin’ his ass because he knows, this is his last song and dance. So forgive me Eron, when I call you out for some bullshit, and don’t find pity in you coming to realize you were dead WRONG!” claims Jesse as he turns to face the drone camera flying behind him doing the filming.
“Better yet, keep your apology. I don’t want no ‘I’m sorry, this is how I would parent my kid.’ You aren’t the father Eron, you don’t get to tell me how to raise my son! You don’t have my respect to even be in the fuckin’ conversation! (Impersonating Eron) ‘But Jesse, I just think you need to realize he wants to be around you. Your son needs you!’ SHUT YOUR MOUTH ERON! You don’t think I know my OWN son!? You don’t think we’re far beyond me giving a fuck what your rationalization or epiphany is now? NO! I got a one track mind when it comes to this topic, so listen up and listen well…”
Pacing in front of the fire, Jesse shows the veins in his neck intensifying with his vocals. His son recently attacked on NPW Honor by Spike Kane; and Eron Hunter telling him what he needs to do; it was a combustible cocktail for an already unhinged man they called the Canadian Nightmare.
“Eron, that perch you have found for yourself must be mighty high, for you to look down on me again and have the gull, scratch that - the balls, to tell me how to be a father! Little lesson for you Eron, if nobody asked -- Then nobody, and I do mean nobody fuckin’ wants to hear it! You crossed the line for the last time! You see, while I spend my days taking care of my son who is in the hospital due to Spike Kane, I’m running around doing interviews, representing the Northern Pro Wrestling company in all the fuckin’ XHF events, and to top it off, I’m doing podcasts, radio shows, interviews on the daily show, signings for Gus Arnold, fly here, fly there, flying fuckin’ everywhere! While you what? Oh you entered Trios? Oh you had a fight with Keith Williams? Awwwwe, are you okay Eron? Is your leg banged up still? Is that knee botherin’ you again?”
Slapping his own knee, Jesse grabs a Singapore cane from the fire, wrapped in some kind of cloth at the end, which is now engulfed in flames. He pulls it out and points it directly at the camera.
“Eron Hunter is going to be the casualty of his own ignorance come Shockwave. While I know it ain't going to involve chairs or chains. Ya see, I don’t need those things for what I am going to do you Eron. I’ve been watching you far before I ever entered these doors, Eron. When I walked in here, I handed over a piece of paper with five names on it for Gus Arnold. He asked me what those names meant, and I told him -- those are the men I want here. He didn’t ask again. He knew from the way I left it, what had to be done. Mind you, I didn’t think I’d have to teach you so quickly where you were on the pecking order, Eron. But make no bones about it, I am going to do just that,” the Singapore cane a few feet from his chest, Jesse’s upper body and mask illuminated from the flames. A sinister homage to the anger rising in the man speaking.
“It’s a damn shame Eron that it had to come to this. I wanted a different path for you. I wanted to see you as a friend. For some people, they can’t get past their egos to see the hand looking to lift them up."
Spitting on the ground, Jesse holds the cane up so it shows right in front of his face, cutting his mask in half with flames in the middle.
"You berated me as a father, you have misunderstood me as a man, and you have the nerve to question my in-ring ability against you; I think the story says it all Eron Hunter… you are unprepared for what is coming. In that ring, you are in my world. And I don’t intend on letting you leave until you show me the respect I deserve. Expect the unexpected.”
Tossing the Singapore cane at the Drone like a spear, it hits head on causing the spinning camera to see ash, fire, and stars as it twirls to the ground.
Finding this anger was like finding an untapped oil reserve.
Let it flow… Let it all fuel this fire!
