Post by Jesse Jamester on Sept 22, 2021 15:20:04 GMT -5
"The Father, the Son, and the Holy Hell that comes next." Posted originally 4-16-2021
“I have to believe that the men I face on April 25th all have a target on my back. It’s how I choose to conquer, one against all. I’m alone, nobody watching my back, and I like it that way. Odds stacked against me, the world pining to put their name above mine in any way possible. It makes them feel like they even stand a chance, but for me… it rages my fire to burn them all to the ground and walk through the ashes. Hell, ask Caffrey, he felt the Nightmare up close and personal. Canada doesn’t play like the rest of the world, we are built different son.”
The words travel from the lips of Jesse Jamester, who stands beside his son Julius, overlooking the beautiful landscape before them.
Jesse Jamester: I tell you this, because you’ll hear a lot of disrespectful things said by lesser men in this business. Keith Williams for instance, thinks I don’t know of Double O (laughs Jesse). The king of creeps coming to the Rumble so he can dance with Eddie D, all because Eddie likes his girl. I’m not worried about the ReVenants, or fall prey to this thought that Keith has any understanding of who he is dealing with. He hasn’t even been in the ring with me for more than a cup of coffee, but he thinks he knows me.
Julius: So you’re not upset about Eric manipulating you?
Jesse: Manipulating ME? Hah, son, I walked away from the deal with a briefcase full of cash, an easy quarter mil. How the hell was I manipulated?
Julius: Wait, what?!
Jesse: Did you think I was carrying around that briefcase as a gimmick kid? No, I was protecting it - and when Dane didn’t show up and his contract expired, I levied it against our business dealings, and as the law states, possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Julius: What are you going to do with it?
Jesse: Maybe I offer it up for some help… Everyone needs money son. Whether they act like it or not, the dollar bill will tell you the true intentions of a man.
Julius: Just give it away?
Jesse: No. Use it as a carrot, and bait the rabbits to follow it where I want them to go. You don’t think a man like Eddie D would gladly throw the ReVenants out of the Rumble for an extra pay day? Or what about Whezl, you don’t think I could coax him with some cash to have The Colossus interfere and guarantee me some help in the Rumble? Kid, you gotta think out of the box more.
Julius: But where’s the honor in that?
Jesse: Honor? Who the fuck said anything about honor, this is about results. I beat on that honor drum for 20 years and what did it get me? A loyal following who wanted me to be the bad guy, so they could cheer someone getting the job done. Honor is for Jabroni Al and Nobody Joe, some low totem hacks. Honor gets you a spot in Adrien Cochrane’s book club. It doesn’t pay to be nice Juls. Nobody is going to give a fuck if you’re a nice guy.
Julius: What about you? Don’t you want to feel good about yourself?
Jesse: I don’t feel anything either way.
Julius: That’s cold.
Jesse: It be like that sometimes.
Julius: Is this your mindset with Dane now?
Jesse: Dane is dead to me.
Julius: But-
Jesse: Don’t get it twisted, he’s not dead, but he knows he dug his own grave. Let him show up, he’ll just be another stat on my scorecard when the Rumble is done with.
Julius: You don’t think he is going to have the KGB do anything do you?
Jesse: Oh, I hope he does.
Julius: That’s mighty confident for a man on the fence by himself in a match of this size.
Jesse: Learn to get comfortable with your back against the wall my boy. It’s a place you’ll be in this business more often than not. In all my years, I have had a handful of men I called friends. I can count on one finger how many times they didn’t turn on me or leave me to fend for myself. My paranoia for preparation is second to none because of the roads I have traveled.
Julius: You know you can count on me to have your back Dad.
Jesse: Thanks kid, but this isn’t a fight you want to be involved in. At the end of the day, I don’t want you out there. I started this, and I’m going to finish it, one title heavier.
Julius: Doesn’t have to be that way though.
Jesse: Let me put it this way. You would be a distraction kid. If you’re out there, I’d be concerned with your safety. As much as I don’t feel for anything these competitors say about me, as numb as I am to that… It’s another story with you. I’ll always show up to protect my son.
Julius: Who says I need it?
Jesse: You’re still young and naive to think that someone wouldn’t use you to get to me. You’ll figure that out. Hopefully no time soon.
Julius: Well, I gotta be honest, I’m not entirely sure you approached this the right way. You made yourself public enemy number one.
Jesse: My madness has a method, it’s not one you’re able to understand yet son. You’ll see, it’s all a part of the plan.
Julius: I believe ya, I just don’t see the benefit of making this many enemies.
Jesse: I already had enemies from being associated with Eric Dane. With the death of that partnership, I’m preparing for the fall out. Every man I’ve crossed paths with now thinks they can step up and take a shot.
Julius: Isn’t that a lot of pressure?
Jesse: I thrive on it.
Julius: Functioning stress, interesting.
Jesse: Yeah, something like that. End of this whole thing, I gotta say, I’m going to put some respect back on my name. Spent the better part of the past year being the henchman, now it’s time to be the boss.
Julius: Like Tony Soprano? He was a good boss.
Jesse: Half his group got killed. No, I’m not looking to be responsible for others shortcomings. I stand alone.
Julius: What am I chopped liver?
Jesse: No, you’re a newcomer who needs to find his own identity son. You should be focused on your NPW Honor debut. Don’t ever underestimate your opponent, no matter how confident you are.
Julius: I’m ready for it, I’ve been ready.
Jesse: Good. That's the kind of energy you need to have. You’re my son, so you’ll be scrutinized under a microscope for everything you do. Stick to your guns.
Julius: I will, I promise.
Jesse: By the end of the month, both of us will have a beer in celebration. I promise ya that kid.
“I have to believe that the men I face on April 25th all have a target on my back. It’s how I choose to conquer, one against all. I’m alone, nobody watching my back, and I like it that way. Odds stacked against me, the world pining to put their name above mine in any way possible. It makes them feel like they even stand a chance, but for me… it rages my fire to burn them all to the ground and walk through the ashes. Hell, ask Caffrey, he felt the Nightmare up close and personal. Canada doesn’t play like the rest of the world, we are built different son.”
The words travel from the lips of Jesse Jamester, who stands beside his son Julius, overlooking the beautiful landscape before them.
Jesse Jamester: I tell you this, because you’ll hear a lot of disrespectful things said by lesser men in this business. Keith Williams for instance, thinks I don’t know of Double O (laughs Jesse). The king of creeps coming to the Rumble so he can dance with Eddie D, all because Eddie likes his girl. I’m not worried about the ReVenants, or fall prey to this thought that Keith has any understanding of who he is dealing with. He hasn’t even been in the ring with me for more than a cup of coffee, but he thinks he knows me.
Julius: So you’re not upset about Eric manipulating you?
Jesse: Manipulating ME? Hah, son, I walked away from the deal with a briefcase full of cash, an easy quarter mil. How the hell was I manipulated?
Julius: Wait, what?!
Jesse: Did you think I was carrying around that briefcase as a gimmick kid? No, I was protecting it - and when Dane didn’t show up and his contract expired, I levied it against our business dealings, and as the law states, possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Julius: What are you going to do with it?
Jesse: Maybe I offer it up for some help… Everyone needs money son. Whether they act like it or not, the dollar bill will tell you the true intentions of a man.
Julius: Just give it away?
Jesse: No. Use it as a carrot, and bait the rabbits to follow it where I want them to go. You don’t think a man like Eddie D would gladly throw the ReVenants out of the Rumble for an extra pay day? Or what about Whezl, you don’t think I could coax him with some cash to have The Colossus interfere and guarantee me some help in the Rumble? Kid, you gotta think out of the box more.
Julius: But where’s the honor in that?
Jesse: Honor? Who the fuck said anything about honor, this is about results. I beat on that honor drum for 20 years and what did it get me? A loyal following who wanted me to be the bad guy, so they could cheer someone getting the job done. Honor is for Jabroni Al and Nobody Joe, some low totem hacks. Honor gets you a spot in Adrien Cochrane’s book club. It doesn’t pay to be nice Juls. Nobody is going to give a fuck if you’re a nice guy.
Julius: What about you? Don’t you want to feel good about yourself?
Jesse: I don’t feel anything either way.
Julius: That’s cold.
Jesse: It be like that sometimes.
Julius: Is this your mindset with Dane now?
Jesse: Dane is dead to me.
Julius: But-
Jesse: Don’t get it twisted, he’s not dead, but he knows he dug his own grave. Let him show up, he’ll just be another stat on my scorecard when the Rumble is done with.
Julius: You don’t think he is going to have the KGB do anything do you?
Jesse: Oh, I hope he does.
Julius: That’s mighty confident for a man on the fence by himself in a match of this size.
Jesse: Learn to get comfortable with your back against the wall my boy. It’s a place you’ll be in this business more often than not. In all my years, I have had a handful of men I called friends. I can count on one finger how many times they didn’t turn on me or leave me to fend for myself. My paranoia for preparation is second to none because of the roads I have traveled.
Julius: You know you can count on me to have your back Dad.
Jesse: Thanks kid, but this isn’t a fight you want to be involved in. At the end of the day, I don’t want you out there. I started this, and I’m going to finish it, one title heavier.
Julius: Doesn’t have to be that way though.
Jesse: Let me put it this way. You would be a distraction kid. If you’re out there, I’d be concerned with your safety. As much as I don’t feel for anything these competitors say about me, as numb as I am to that… It’s another story with you. I’ll always show up to protect my son.
Julius: Who says I need it?
Jesse: You’re still young and naive to think that someone wouldn’t use you to get to me. You’ll figure that out. Hopefully no time soon.
Julius: Well, I gotta be honest, I’m not entirely sure you approached this the right way. You made yourself public enemy number one.
Jesse: My madness has a method, it’s not one you’re able to understand yet son. You’ll see, it’s all a part of the plan.
Julius: I believe ya, I just don’t see the benefit of making this many enemies.
Jesse: I already had enemies from being associated with Eric Dane. With the death of that partnership, I’m preparing for the fall out. Every man I’ve crossed paths with now thinks they can step up and take a shot.
Julius: Isn’t that a lot of pressure?
Jesse: I thrive on it.
Julius: Functioning stress, interesting.
Jesse: Yeah, something like that. End of this whole thing, I gotta say, I’m going to put some respect back on my name. Spent the better part of the past year being the henchman, now it’s time to be the boss.
Julius: Like Tony Soprano? He was a good boss.
Jesse: Half his group got killed. No, I’m not looking to be responsible for others shortcomings. I stand alone.
Julius: What am I chopped liver?
Jesse: No, you’re a newcomer who needs to find his own identity son. You should be focused on your NPW Honor debut. Don’t ever underestimate your opponent, no matter how confident you are.
Julius: I’m ready for it, I’ve been ready.
Jesse: Good. That's the kind of energy you need to have. You’re my son, so you’ll be scrutinized under a microscope for everything you do. Stick to your guns.
Julius: I will, I promise.
Jesse: By the end of the month, both of us will have a beer in celebration. I promise ya that kid.
