An everyday look at the rather unusual character known as Jesse Jamester.

Formerly of Northern Pro Wrestling, where Jesse found success as the Canadian promotions World Champion and Tag Team Championships in his first year. During that stint, Jesse would make his debut in XHF at the 2021 Rumble. Surviving the gauntlet of the XHF’s best, he would be third to last eliminated in his debut, losing out to Adrien Cochrane and Dylan Black.

Fast forward to July 2021, the rebirth of the King of Violence dawned on the XHF during the GUNS: XHF 20th Birthday Bash. Facing off with Spike Kane and Dylan Black in a three way deathmatch for the ages! Everything but a championship was on the line, as they main evented the opening episode of GUNS season three.

After tearing the house down and shaving years off one another’s careers, the moniker “Pillars of Violence” was born.

The Murder Lizard, Jesse Jamester.

God of Hell, Spike Kane.

Daemon of Mayhem, Dylan Black.

Beginning the rivalry that would bleed the creation Oh Violent Night.

So it was written and the tale went, that on that fateful Christmas, a Godfather of Hardcore, PRICE would make his name never to be forgotten; challenging the Pillars of Violence to a four way dance.

Spilt blood and barbed wire wounds, all the stitches and staples these men received following this match would make a Staples manager incredibly happy.

That night, PRICE earned his seat at the table; respect was measured and found worthy. Whether they said it or not, these men bonded and that could not be a good sign for those who stand before them challenging their reputation.




A letter to the challengers...


The Pillars of Violence, have no equals.

Fight to survive.

Violence will always be their answer.

Oh Violent Night 2…

They will paint Philadelphia red.

A bloodbath the city has never seen before.

Gruesome regards,
The Pillars of Violence

“WHAT!? How did this happen? I wanted Adkins in that double cage damnit! I spelled it out real clearly… Do your job next time!” aggravated, Jesse hangs up the phone and slaps it down on the table.

Towering vocals of the Canadian native stab the quieter nature of the Philadelphia diner. Smell of pancakes and bacon grease, burnt coffee and butter loomed in the air as the Murder Lizard sat in his booth.

“Can’t find good help these days, not in America anyway,” mutters Jesse as he sips his black coffee and looks down at the Philadelphia Today folded in front of him.

The main article reads, ‘Police chief of 23 years on trial for evidence tampering.’ Jesse flips the paper over and sets his coffee mug on the back, choosing to not consume the story and instead look on at the common folk eating and working the diner.

“Don’t worry about that miss-aborted stain,” says a voice familiar to Jesse, before he turns to see the newspaper drop to reveal Dylan Black sitting the booth opposite him.

“This city is so big and I still end up running into people I don’t like,” grumbles Jesse as he looks back at his coffee and shakes his head at the situation unfolding.

Sliding forward, Dylan plops over into Jesse’s booth, the mechanical Master of Mayhem clinking on impact. Now sitting across from him while Jesse pays him no mind. Dylan rubs his beard, looking out the window and past Jesse, rather than at him.

“I get it, you don’t like me. I don’t like you. Yeah yeah, let's move on to the part where we tore down the arena and put on the match of the year. Remember that?” peeling an apple as he sits there sideways, shoulders facing out and back to the wall.

Little more than a flicker of the eyes leaves the cup of coffee and finds Dylan’s eye watching intently, before it shifts to the waitress as she comes by with coffee. Filling up the Murder Lizards’ cup to the brim, he nods to her and sits back, letting Dylan plead his case.

“I’m not asking to be friends. We have a common enemy, or enemies I should rephrase. These ‘New Era’ fucks, trying to take us out to make their own names worth a damn,” a disgusted look crosses his face. “I can’t stand when I step in gum and have to clean it off my show, but damn it, did we step in some gum on this one.”

Setting the coffee cup down, Jesse looks at Dylan and grabs a sugar packet, tearing the top off and pouring it in his mug.

“Let’s cut to the chase and why I’m bothering you Jesse. I don’t expect you to help, but it’s in everyone’s interest if you do — specifically mine, but it does the team some good too, so not a fully selfish request I suppose,” says Dylan as he now looks Jesse dead on in the eyes. The two warriors of blood shedding massacres seeing eye to eye and not in the ring, it was an unsettling experience to see unfold. The waitress notices and turns around as she could feel the tension, letting her manager know those two look like they might start a scene.

“Spit it out. What do you want?” states Jesse in an annoyed tone.

“I need help finding these objects… It might be a long shot, but I have it on good authority that if I collect these items, it’s possible to regain my limbs and shed these mechanical pieces that make up what I have become. Yea, I know, it sounds like some DC second rate movie theory, but it’s the only shot I can figure to return to my full human self again,” explains Dylan as his hair falls into his eyes, which he swipes back behind his ear.

The Murder Lizard blinks as he sips the coffee, a flicker of contemplation on his brow as he takes in the information.

“So… I help you get these items, and then what?” Jesse says not blinking, staring the sapphire cold eyes at Dylan’s face, trying to read him.

“Then I owe you one,” shrugs Dylan.

“Owe me… I like that,” nods Jesse, “Count me in.”

Dylan nods back, spitting in his hand as he extends it across the table.

“Shake on it?” responds Dylan Black as his hair flows down over his face in a mess as he leans forward. Jesse looks at his hand for a moment and looks at Dylan dead serious.

“I’m not shaking that. My word is all you’re getting, take it or leave it,” says Jesse as he finishes his coffee.

“That will work. The first spot I need you to go is–” states Dylan as he pulls a slew of papers out of his inner jacket pocket and grabs one with a clip attaching a photo to it. “Here, The Grand Egyptian Museum.”

Slapping a photo down of the item he needs, Dylan points at it directly as he slides it in front of the Murder Lizard.

“It’s in Giza, Egypt. I know, not exactly the best temperatures right now, but hey, you’re a lizard right, you like the heat?” jokes Dylan as Jesse ignores it and looks at the papers.

“How the hell am I getting to Egypt? We have to be at Oh Violent Night 2 in a few days,” asks Jesse with a matter-of-fact tone.

“Got’cha covered,” states Dylan, who reaches in his pocket and pulls out his mobile phone. Texting someone, he sends the message and then stuffs the phone back in his pocket.

“Done,” says Dylan and before Jesse can get a word out, the entrance to the bathrooms turns into a spinning circle of fire that opens a portal and out walks Spike Kane.

“Someone order the Hell Express?” says Spike, who’s voice catches Jesse attention immediately. The history between these two was less than perfect, and it showed as the Murder Lizard gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.

“Whoa big guy, we gotta work together if we want to slay these New Era douches’. Save the hate for when we’re done, okay?” Spike spits out without a moment of hesitation. The quick witted God of Hell was far from the perfect team member to the Murder Lizard, but it was who he had in his corner.

“Lets get this show on the road then,” says Jesse, dropping a twenty on the table and placing his coffee mug over it as he stands up to face Spike.

“Please keep all hands and feet inside the portal, or, well, you’ll lose them,” laughs Spike as he walks back through the circle of fire and Jesse looks back at Dylan.

“Don’t forget, you owe me for this,” and steps through the portal which closes right after.

“I’d rather owe you than cheat you,” smugly says Dylan as he sits back down, and checks the paper Jesse had folded up on the table.

Before the gates of the Grand Egypt Museum, the portal opens up and Spike walks out first, staring up at the giant statues before them on both sides of the stairs.

“Really glad these guys weren’t all into the phallic style of statues… Imagine a giant gold dong when you stare up at these,” Spike says as he shakes his head and turns to see Jesse looking at the paper and photo Dylan gave him.

“Look, I’m not here to babysit. You’re a big boy, go find this thing and call me when you’re done, okay?” mutters Spike Kane as he brushes his shoulder off of the sand that was sweeping over the stairs and into the air.

“Like I have your number,” claims Jesse, pulling out his phone, to which Spike grabs it and puts in his number.

“Now you do. Don’t lose it either, this isn’t like some Avenger’s shit where I can just pop back up anytime. I got shit of my own to do,” and with that, Spike walks to the portal and throws up the peace sign as he walks through.

“Great… Sand and heat, what a miserable place,” grumbling does the Murder Lizard.

Walking up the massive set of stairs, the pyramids of glass that make up the Grand Egypt Museum are sparkling like diamonds as the sun overhead beats down on them.

To the left side we see the pharaoh statues that are recreated from pictures in a copper style metal, but appear to be made of sand and clay as you get closer. Unlike the real statues, these ones were not dissolving from time, or broken at the nose or feet, they were immaculate and bold - setting the stage for what Grand Egypt’s Museum was looking to accomplish for their front door view.

At the top of the stairs was a billboard style map of the museum, showing all the sights to be seen in the grand museum built to display the rich history of the Egyptian people. Finding his paper, Jesse reads it again out loud,

“Sekh-met? Some kind of warrior goddess – sounds like a bad bitch,” Jesse says to himself as he looks up at the giant map on display, showing the areas under construction as ‘Off limits to visitors’ and then he spots the ‘Chamber of War’ which shows the names of pharaohs. Back then, a pharaoh could be male or female, the term merely meant Kings and or Queens of their time, and Pharaoh stuck as time went on.

“So he wants the Eye of Ra, which Sekhmet possesses since she was the daughter of Ra… And apparently a goddess of healing– ah ha! Now that makes sense, he needs it to heal or some shit with the other items. How hard could it be to steal an eye from a statue? Hell, I don’t even see security around here, just construction workers,” states Jesse as he begins the walk through the museum, marveling at the wonders and keeping his eye out for a sign for ‘Chamber of War.’

Making his way, the Murder Lizard contemplated the events to come at Oh Violent Night 2.

The Chamber of War stood before him, guarded by two giant lioness warrior statues with spears at their side. Standing thirty plus feet tall, the statues imposed an out of world feeling to the gravity of this chamber. The doors were taller than the statues, and were inscribed with Ancient Egyptian language, or funny symbols as modern youth would say. A board to the right of the entrance showed a history of the chamber, and how it was composed of all artifacts found of the great warriors of Egypt throughout time.

An explanation of the deshret, or red crown representing a pharaoh who ruled the lower kingdom of Egypt, and the white crown representing the pharaoh who ruled the upper kingdom of Egypt. This was until the two merged and the new ruler would wear a Pschent, which was a combination of both. This board continues on to show examples of how rulers' appearances changed over time.

Walking through the giant doors, which were sculpted to stay slightly open at all times, and gave a twenty feet clearance from side to side for visitors to come and go comfortably. His bulking size looked dwarfed as he walked through the doors and into the Chamber of War, seeing the marvels of the past in all their glory.

Straight ahead stood the statue of the Goddess Sekhmet standing, holding the shield she protected her people with, as the lioness sculpted head shined bright, with one eye showing a shimmering emerald green orb.

“I knew this wasn’t going to be as simple as picking up milk, but damn it Dylan, I gotta climb that?!” rhetorically asks Jesse to nobody as the annoyance of the situation grew.

Taking a moment to see his options, he takes a step back and rubs his chin, knowing this was going to be tricky. Going to the left foot, Jesse begins to climb the statue, taking his time as the 30 plus foot ancient sculpture begins to crumble where his feet dig in. A sand like material slides between his fingers as he makes his way closer to the eye of Ra on the face of Sekhmet.



WHOOOSH!



A hand reaches and suddenly slides off as the statue disintegrates between his fingers and he sees rubble slide towards him from above. Jesse reacts quickly, stepping to the left as part of the shoulder crumbles and falls down below; watching it hit the floor and break into millions of pieces, sending a cloud of dust into the air where it landed.

“Fuckin’ Dylan, if I fall from here I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life,” grumbles Jesse.

The Murder Lizard is able to find his way onto the shoulder, all the while, crumbling pieces of the Egyptian Goddess fall to the Chamber’s floor below. Looking to the face, he sees the eye of Ra and begins to steady himself on a ridge of the crown like cape that hangs over the shoulder on each side of the lioness statue. A sight that many would give any money to see, and here, Jesse was defacing it with every step he made. His pace picks up as the statue begins to crumble under his feet and forces him to leap up and grab the eyelid, reaching for the eye of Ra, but it too begins to crumble. The orb is touched and as it does, Jesse’s body goes numb, almost statue as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Flooded by the memories of the Goddess Sekhmet, Jesse is taken through time, seeing what she saw, what history she had been a part of. Within moments he snaps back and the eye is in his hand, but the towering statue is now rumbling and Jesse slips, sliding down the shoulder cape and snagging a ring-like object for what must have been used to lift the extraordinary statue and move it to this museum.

One hand on the ring, the other tucking the orb to his side, Jesse looks around and sees that the floor is shaking and that the other statues have now begun to open up, mouths dropping, and locus flooding the chamber.

“Son-of-a-” but before he can get the last word out, the ring breaks from the statue and Jesse begins to slide and tumble down the chest of the statue, hitting the shield top abruptly. The orb shakes but he holds it firmly, dropping the ring he just had a hand on and gripping the shield to steady himself.

“Where is that fuckin’ phone, Spike better have long distance, I mean it!”

Pulling the phone out he hits the call button on his new favorite titled, ‘Spikey is your Daddy’ to which Jesse snarls and hits the speaker phone button.


Ring…



Ring…



Ring…



Ring…


Voicemail.


“WHAT THE FUCK!” yells Jesse as the Chamber of War now looks like the plague described in the bible, swarms of locust crawling the whole chamber, and the doors of the chamber begin to close, breaking the cement that had kept them stationary.

The phone gives a voicemail message, “You’ve reached Spike, I can’t come to the phone because I’m in hell, DUH! Do you know what roaming costs down here? Well, leave a message, I won’t listen but it’ll make you feel better.”

Seething, the Murder Lizard looks down the shield and realizes up is better than down now.

“SPIKE, YOU BETTER FUCKIN’ COME GET ME NOW!” he yells before shutting the phone and making his way to the end of the shield connected to an arm.

The locust begin to climb the legs of the statue as it begins to crumble with their weight. Jesse shakes his head, knowing there was no good option here. Up was the only way to stay alive, and yet surely a sure fire sign that death was coming.

“Miss me?”

Spike’s voice rings out behind him as the Murder Lizard was just about to step onto the arm and scale the shoulder on the other side.

“You don’t know how to answer a phone huh?” barks Jesse.

“Listen, hell has terrible service – I’m lucky I got the voicemail notification. Now, uh, can we get out of here or are you and your friends still playing?” replies Spike Kane, as he points down the locust approaching the shield’s top.

Without responding, Jesse follows Spike through the portal and the two walk out the other side and are in hell, standing next to Dylan Black. A locust makes it through just as the portal closes, and lands on Jesse’s shoulder. The Murder Lizard grabs it and squeezes it until bug guts burst like a watermelon in a hippopotamus’s mouth.

“You owe me BIG,” Jesse says to Dylan, before wiping the bug guts on his pant leg.

“Is that it?” asks Dylan, not paying much attention to the bug and more so to the orb.

Handing it over to him gently, Dylan takes the eye of Ra with a bandana in his hands, and marvels at it for a moment before he sticks it in a backpack he has near his foot. Jesse looks at him like “that’s it?” and Dylan responds.

“It’s one of many pieces. Alone, it’s not going to do dick, but with the other items, well – you’ll see,” states the Daemon of Mayhem.

Spike looks at the two and then around at the fiery surroundings of Hell.

“Are we going to chit-chat all night? If so, get a room – and let me tell you, the rates down here, are fucked. Hell’s inflation will make the gas prices in the US look like a walk in the park,” says Spike Kane as he waits for an answer.

“I got what I needed, lets dip,” says Dylan.

The portal opens once again and the three walk through.

Back in Philly

Stepping out of the kitchen doors as the portal opens up in their place, Dylan, Spike, and Jesse all walk in to the bar area of a place called ‘O'Neal's Pub'. The folks at the bar turn and look at them as the portal closes behind the three unusual characters. 

“What’re you lookin’ at ya fucks!” says a voice.

Their to a table on the left, is PRICE, shots lined up and beers in a bucket, as he sits back in his chair and holds his arms out.

“About fuckin’ time you guys showed up, the beers were gettin warm,” says PRICE.

Taking to the table, the Pillars of Violence grab a beer each as PRICE shoves a shot in front of each of them and lifts his up in the air.

“To the Pillars of Violence, and the blood of the New Era of Xtreme we will shed – let their be violence, let their be hell, but most of all – let’s fuckin kick some skulls in!” PRICE toasts the group as they clink their shots and take em back.

Dylan lifts the backpack to a chair and looks in it, counting on his fingers.

The Murder Lizard leans over to tell Dylan something on the side.

“That eye has something about it man. Be careful with that… I saw some shit, I can’t even tell you exactly what – but it wasn’t natural by a kilometer,” says Jesse.

“It’s a mile, natural by a mile – you are in the US man, learn the analogies please,” replies Dylan as he closes the bag and nods, putting a hand on the Murder Lizard’s back. The two look at one another uncomfortably for a moment, before Dylan takes it off and grabs his beer, looking the other way and Jesse returning his gaze to the backpack.

The eye of Ra had left a memory in his head that he could not shake. What it meant, only time would tell.