Post by Jesse Jamester on Sept 22, 2021 14:41:23 GMT -5
The dark side of the moon had nothing on the basement barn of the Canadian Nightmare. Panning around we see cement walls lit with candles. An arrangement without much pattern as the camera stops on a row of chains hanging in the center of the room. Both sides of the camera are lit with the candle light, but the chains are spotlighted with a green hue from above. Walking slowly into the frame behind the chains, enters Jesse Jamester.
A haunting visual with the black scaly mask reflecting a tint of green in every nook and cranny of its design. Rolling his wrist in his open hand, the upper body was exposed, no shirt, no signature trench coat, just warm flesh covered in tattoos and scars.
Jesse Jamester: I hear a plague has risen to the North. It goes by the name… The ReVenants.
Turning his head, we see the sharp cold blue stare of the Canadian Nightmare through the chains.
Jesse Jamester: If you find yourself waging the pros and cons of cashing in on the bounty Neo James Carner placed on my head -- this is your only warning… Don’t.
Pausing. Gliding a hand across the chains, his eyes follow the movement.
Jesse Jamester: Anyone who helps the ReVenants will be seen as an enemy. Not only my enemy, but the enemy of Northern Pro Wrestling.
Pushing his mask up against the chains, we see the cold blue gaze make it’s way around the room, as though looking at the vigil of candles placed sporadically on the walls.
Jesse Jamester: I’m not coming to Northern Pro on August 25th to have a match with the ReVenants… No, I’m coming for a hunt! Like the orca of the sea, I’m looking to kill these sharks, rip out their liver, and show them who the alpha predator of the wrestling world really is!
Pushing through, the chains lay on his chest and shoulders as his mask pushing through and twists to the left.
Jesse Jamester: Lynx will be the missile I catapult at that sleazy hippie Carner, and take my aim at the Great White Terror. The sharp tongued tool that thinks he can do whatever he wants, just because someone signed him? EH-EH! WRONG! Keith, I was a draw far before you were even conceived… Gus Arnold didn’t sign you to come here and gain numbers… No, he got rid of the cancer that was Eric Dane, why would he want another? Ooooh yeah, that’s right -- he knew he had to keep his end of the deal with the Canadian Nightmare.
A sharp toothy smile slips under the mask, showing mostly from the jaw portion that was exposed.
Jesse Jamester: Nothing happens in Northern Pro Wrestling that I don’t know about. ReVenants,they can be whatever flavor of fuckery they want to be - it won’t change the result, they’re all digging their own graves. One by one, they dig a little deeper, and eventually -- they will find that when they failed to finish the job with me! They turned on the gas line to feed the fire in me! The King of Violence had no problem tearing flesh from bone and putting two men’s lives in mortal danger! All your nightmares Keith, will come true… best be ready when they do.
Pushing through Jesse taps the camera, and we see the scars on his side of the recent XHF Birthday Bash where the barbed wire tore into his side and arm. A man who was not afraid to put his own body through torment to unleash punishment on his foe; that was a dangerous man to gamble with, let alone want to fight. Would the ReVenants have the endurance to out last not only Lynx but the Canadian Nightmare?
A haunting visual with the black scaly mask reflecting a tint of green in every nook and cranny of its design. Rolling his wrist in his open hand, the upper body was exposed, no shirt, no signature trench coat, just warm flesh covered in tattoos and scars.
Jesse Jamester: I hear a plague has risen to the North. It goes by the name… The ReVenants.
Turning his head, we see the sharp cold blue stare of the Canadian Nightmare through the chains.
Jesse Jamester: If you find yourself waging the pros and cons of cashing in on the bounty Neo James Carner placed on my head -- this is your only warning… Don’t.
Pausing. Gliding a hand across the chains, his eyes follow the movement.
Jesse Jamester: Anyone who helps the ReVenants will be seen as an enemy. Not only my enemy, but the enemy of Northern Pro Wrestling.
Pushing his mask up against the chains, we see the cold blue gaze make it’s way around the room, as though looking at the vigil of candles placed sporadically on the walls.
Jesse Jamester: I’m not coming to Northern Pro on August 25th to have a match with the ReVenants… No, I’m coming for a hunt! Like the orca of the sea, I’m looking to kill these sharks, rip out their liver, and show them who the alpha predator of the wrestling world really is!
Pushing through, the chains lay on his chest and shoulders as his mask pushing through and twists to the left.
Jesse Jamester: Lynx will be the missile I catapult at that sleazy hippie Carner, and take my aim at the Great White Terror. The sharp tongued tool that thinks he can do whatever he wants, just because someone signed him? EH-EH! WRONG! Keith, I was a draw far before you were even conceived… Gus Arnold didn’t sign you to come here and gain numbers… No, he got rid of the cancer that was Eric Dane, why would he want another? Ooooh yeah, that’s right -- he knew he had to keep his end of the deal with the Canadian Nightmare.
A sharp toothy smile slips under the mask, showing mostly from the jaw portion that was exposed.
Jesse Jamester: Nothing happens in Northern Pro Wrestling that I don’t know about. ReVenants,they can be whatever flavor of fuckery they want to be - it won’t change the result, they’re all digging their own graves. One by one, they dig a little deeper, and eventually -- they will find that when they failed to finish the job with me! They turned on the gas line to feed the fire in me! The King of Violence had no problem tearing flesh from bone and putting two men’s lives in mortal danger! All your nightmares Keith, will come true… best be ready when they do.
Pushing through Jesse taps the camera, and we see the scars on his side of the recent XHF Birthday Bash where the barbed wire tore into his side and arm. A man who was not afraid to put his own body through torment to unleash punishment on his foe; that was a dangerous man to gamble with, let alone want to fight. Would the ReVenants have the endurance to out last not only Lynx but the Canadian Nightmare?
“All the lambs will come to the slaughter. It is the way… the council’s sacrifice must be made.”
