Post by Jesse Jamester on Sept 22, 2021 15:14:31 GMT -5
Peeling out of the loading dock bay of the Amazon’s arena, we see Jesse Jamester and Julius burning rubber in the black Ford F-150. Black smoke comes pouring out of the exhaust and filling up the bay, as the vehicle makes its noisy exit.
Jesse was in the passenger seat, while his son Julius was behind the wheel. Still dressed in his gear, minus the mask, Jesse had just finished his obligations in SWAT. Looking in the rear view mirror, he let out a deep exasperated breath.
Jamester: Not a fuckin’ thing went according to plan! Fuck!
Julius: What? Why didn’t you use the-
Jamester: That stupid prick Valentine took it from me before the match. Couldn’t even get back out there to get back at Mack after I was eliminated! Fucking referees and security were every where. The place was locked down like fort knox! Never trust a promoter son, they'll fuck you over and call it respect!
Looking in the rearview mirror Jesse smacks the dashboard and lets out a groan of frustration.
Jamester: Last thing I'll say about this; it’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever step foot back in that company! Disgusting how they treat the people who put asses between the seats, just pitiful.
Spitting out the window, Jesse leans back, still tense from the matter at hand. Julius drives on, glancing over at Jesse ever so slightly.
Jamester: It’s behind us, time to focus on the big picture again, ya hear me?
Julius: Yeah dad, yea--
Jamester: It’s time to call your Uncle.
Julius: Really? You think THAT’s the answer?
Jamester: I’m done being peaceful. I promised Northern Pro Wrestling a Nightmare was coming, and I plan on delivering on my word.
Julius: Christ.
Turning the radio dial up, Jesse looks into the rearview mirror before the scene fades.
Jesse was in the passenger seat, while his son Julius was behind the wheel. Still dressed in his gear, minus the mask, Jesse had just finished his obligations in SWAT. Looking in the rear view mirror, he let out a deep exasperated breath.
Jamester: Not a fuckin’ thing went according to plan! Fuck!
Julius: What? Why didn’t you use the-
Jamester: That stupid prick Valentine took it from me before the match. Couldn’t even get back out there to get back at Mack after I was eliminated! Fucking referees and security were every where. The place was locked down like fort knox! Never trust a promoter son, they'll fuck you over and call it respect!
Looking in the rearview mirror Jesse smacks the dashboard and lets out a groan of frustration.
Jamester: Last thing I'll say about this; it’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever step foot back in that company! Disgusting how they treat the people who put asses between the seats, just pitiful.
Spitting out the window, Jesse leans back, still tense from the matter at hand. Julius drives on, glancing over at Jesse ever so slightly.
Jamester: It’s behind us, time to focus on the big picture again, ya hear me?
Julius: Yeah dad, yea--
Jamester: It’s time to call your Uncle.
Julius: Really? You think THAT’s the answer?
Jamester: I’m done being peaceful. I promised Northern Pro Wrestling a Nightmare was coming, and I plan on delivering on my word.
Julius: Christ.
Turning the radio dial up, Jesse looks into the rearview mirror before the scene fades.
