Post by Jesse Jamester on Sept 22, 2021 15:16:45 GMT -5
“You jive-schwarzenegger-turkeys are meeting Jon Connor today!”
Panning out, the camera catches the green lights that hang from the ceiling on a brick wall with a chain mesh fence in front of it, torn at the right as though from the wreckage of a future apocalyptic movie set. Walking into the shot from the far right, lizard mask and scaled trenchcoat with horned shoulder pads, the Canadian Nightmare, Jesse Jamester.
A single light emits from under him, causing this shadow on his face as he steps up towards a podium that is built of bones with JJ on a circle emblem in black print, white outline to the letters, and “Canadian Nightmare” arching the circle in a presidential fashion.
Jesse Jamester: That’s right Dark Stars, you’re days as Imperial Champions and planning to execute your future mission are about to crumble to rubble! The skyscraper clobberin’ Scott Steel and this prehistoric specimen of a man standing before you, are ready to take what is rightfully ours!
Slamming his fist down on the podium, we see the lights flicker in the room.
Jesse Jamester: What the Northern Pro Wrestling world wants more than anything is the Syndicate running with the gold! They need a real set of bodies that can be marketed, and not this Terminator-side project you four smoke stacks have conjured up huffing sage. The fact is, out with the old, and in with the new! We are the hottest trend in wrestling baby, and you know what they say - if it’s on fire, let it burn! We plan on trailblazing that division to heights you goonies can’t even fathom! There is so much potential with those championships, and you have wasted it all playing grab ass with one another. Tsk tsk…
The camera zooms in and gets a better shot of the upper body from the side, showing off the details in the trench coat and the lizard mask. An abrupt change of camera and it focuses from the front again.
Jesse Jamester: The Dark Stars would have you believe there is some grand plan. That their destiny is determined with a win in this cosmos of yada-yada-yada. I’m bored of it, I’m bored of seeing you two drag down a prospering division here in the Canadian wrestling scene. The good folks at home have come to love what we deliver on, week in, and week out, NPW fans and XHF teams gawk at the raw malleable power and art that the Syndicate creates in that twenty-by-twenty. I’ve had my own fans reach out to me and ask, why is it that Gus Arnold won’t let the Syndicate take on the champions - why did he make them wait? I know why.
Tilting his head backwards.
Jesse Jamester: Time. He was buying time for when we were at our weakest. Gus Arnold loathes the thought of the Syndicate holding gold. He thought with the loss at Vicious Valentine, that he could weaken us as a unit. Gus, you thought wrong. Steel and I have been closer than ever before, and it goes to show - a loss is what you make it. You can be the biggest and baddest, and if that one loss sends you off the cliff to your spiraling descent, then I ask you - were you ever really good to begin with?
A giant question mark balloon drops from the ceiling behind Jesse and we see him turn around and pop it with a head butt, using his horns.
Jesse Jamester: That’s a question the Dark Stars will be asking after this bout. You all have had your run of glory, and stuck it out with some of the best. Your legacy will always remain, but your future, the future of the Dark Stars, will fade. As the hired gun of the Syndicate, I recognize one star, the Only Starr, and tonight, he will not be in attendance. No, tonight, he will be waiting for us to take the Championships I promised him, that I guaranteed I would deliver. What I promised I would do anything for. If there is any speculation on what those terms and conditions are, I caution you Dark Stars… you do NOT -- want to find out.
Pulling in for the final close up, Jesse cracks his neck, rolling his fist in his other hand.
Jesse Jamester: I have no remorse, no hesitation, nor a damn thought of letting up until that bell rings and the Dark Stars are painted all over the canvas. Boys, John Conner comes for your ass tonight - and their will be no sequel, no prelude, not a trailer or youtube post! No, your asses are being put on the extinction list! Goodbye future ninjas, hello Syndicate sales!
Winking at the camera as he finger gun motions.
Jesse Jamester: It’s not business though - this is personal! You have Lord Dominicus and Primal to thank for that! See you in hell boys, I’ll be waiting.
The camera fades out.
Panning out, the camera catches the green lights that hang from the ceiling on a brick wall with a chain mesh fence in front of it, torn at the right as though from the wreckage of a future apocalyptic movie set. Walking into the shot from the far right, lizard mask and scaled trenchcoat with horned shoulder pads, the Canadian Nightmare, Jesse Jamester.
A single light emits from under him, causing this shadow on his face as he steps up towards a podium that is built of bones with JJ on a circle emblem in black print, white outline to the letters, and “Canadian Nightmare” arching the circle in a presidential fashion.
Jesse Jamester: That’s right Dark Stars, you’re days as Imperial Champions and planning to execute your future mission are about to crumble to rubble! The skyscraper clobberin’ Scott Steel and this prehistoric specimen of a man standing before you, are ready to take what is rightfully ours!
Slamming his fist down on the podium, we see the lights flicker in the room.
Jesse Jamester: What the Northern Pro Wrestling world wants more than anything is the Syndicate running with the gold! They need a real set of bodies that can be marketed, and not this Terminator-side project you four smoke stacks have conjured up huffing sage. The fact is, out with the old, and in with the new! We are the hottest trend in wrestling baby, and you know what they say - if it’s on fire, let it burn! We plan on trailblazing that division to heights you goonies can’t even fathom! There is so much potential with those championships, and you have wasted it all playing grab ass with one another. Tsk tsk…
The camera zooms in and gets a better shot of the upper body from the side, showing off the details in the trench coat and the lizard mask. An abrupt change of camera and it focuses from the front again.
Jesse Jamester: The Dark Stars would have you believe there is some grand plan. That their destiny is determined with a win in this cosmos of yada-yada-yada. I’m bored of it, I’m bored of seeing you two drag down a prospering division here in the Canadian wrestling scene. The good folks at home have come to love what we deliver on, week in, and week out, NPW fans and XHF teams gawk at the raw malleable power and art that the Syndicate creates in that twenty-by-twenty. I’ve had my own fans reach out to me and ask, why is it that Gus Arnold won’t let the Syndicate take on the champions - why did he make them wait? I know why.
Tilting his head backwards.
Jesse Jamester: Time. He was buying time for when we were at our weakest. Gus Arnold loathes the thought of the Syndicate holding gold. He thought with the loss at Vicious Valentine, that he could weaken us as a unit. Gus, you thought wrong. Steel and I have been closer than ever before, and it goes to show - a loss is what you make it. You can be the biggest and baddest, and if that one loss sends you off the cliff to your spiraling descent, then I ask you - were you ever really good to begin with?
A giant question mark balloon drops from the ceiling behind Jesse and we see him turn around and pop it with a head butt, using his horns.
Jesse Jamester: That’s a question the Dark Stars will be asking after this bout. You all have had your run of glory, and stuck it out with some of the best. Your legacy will always remain, but your future, the future of the Dark Stars, will fade. As the hired gun of the Syndicate, I recognize one star, the Only Starr, and tonight, he will not be in attendance. No, tonight, he will be waiting for us to take the Championships I promised him, that I guaranteed I would deliver. What I promised I would do anything for. If there is any speculation on what those terms and conditions are, I caution you Dark Stars… you do NOT -- want to find out.
Pulling in for the final close up, Jesse cracks his neck, rolling his fist in his other hand.
Jesse Jamester: I have no remorse, no hesitation, nor a damn thought of letting up until that bell rings and the Dark Stars are painted all over the canvas. Boys, John Conner comes for your ass tonight - and their will be no sequel, no prelude, not a trailer or youtube post! No, your asses are being put on the extinction list! Goodbye future ninjas, hello Syndicate sales!
Winking at the camera as he finger gun motions.
Jesse Jamester: It’s not business though - this is personal! You have Lord Dominicus and Primal to thank for that! See you in hell boys, I’ll be waiting.
The camera fades out.
