Post by Dexter Davis on Oct 28, 2011 19:35:15 GMT -6
"So last night after I went to bed I had this horrible dream. I was trapped in a nothing life with no hope to escape the things that surround me. The life that trapped me made begin to loathe everything I loved. My wife, my kids and my best friends because everything just flat out sucked. So I went into an office to talk about how much I rule and how small men suck because of some crap no one will ever really care about.
Now the funny thing is I woke up from this dream, glanced to my left to see Freya cuddled up against me like she always does and realized that my nightmare was Jackhammer's life. To be trapped in this life of walking around with a sense of entitlement and a false thinking of his in-ring ability to be far greater then what it is. Not too sure why this guy is so angry.
He might deny taking the gas but he's getting so mad over a few little jokes that it does in fact lead me to believe he's on the juice. I've known guys on steroids and you can swear up and down that you're not on them but you are. No one gains that size of mass working out naturally even with enough protein. The sooner you admit you're on the stuff the better it'll be for everyone else around you.
But then again with someone as much pride in themselves would never allow anyone to see a weakness. Weakness is a sign of not being a real man and that's the world you live in. You put on a tough face, lift a few weights and go stink it up in the ring while thinking you're best in the world. You do these promos where you act like I'm a ten year veteran of the sport. I probably have a grand total of less then twenty five matches under my belt.
How can someone manage to be complacent when I'm still trying to find my footing in a rough business. I'm accepting of my spot because I don't feel like I have in any say in what should go in right now. Being young if I went to Mr. Fox or whoever decided to put me against you I'd get blasted for being a cocky prick by my peers and my legion of fifteen fans. Yeah my fan club has grown a little bit. Very happy about that.
It just baffles me Jackhammer. How can you claim to be a dominante force in professional wrestling when your style screams generic. You're boring to even listen to. It's the same old crap I've heard people talk about for years on end about how they'll take their opponent out of the business and blah. People like you are a dime a dozen Jackhammer. They could pick up any random guy and make him to look like you.
Could easily handle what you do in the ring. So why and how are you trying to tell me you're something special when you're clearly not. You are what people hate about wrestling. So many people hate the slow, plodding monster with a limited ability to get the crowd going. You can yell and throw your arm into the air listening to the crowd go mild with excitement.
This match on Wired is my showcase against you. It's not the other way around. You've given me nothing what so ever. So stop acting like it should be a friggin' honor to be in the ring with you when it's not. There's a reason why not a single person asked where was Jackhammer when you were gone. I've been watching this company since it's start because I was a huge mark for one of the guys that originally joined the roster.
I kept watching and watching. I remember watching your segments and your "legendary" matches against Jason Evans and falling asleep on the couch waiting for them to finish. There is nothing about you, Jackhammer, that will ever set you apart from the pack. I have a chance to become something big in this industry. Sunday night is my showcase on Wired to show that I can slay the boring as hell giants.
So comeback with your I'm gonna shove my foot up your ass lines because once I'm in that ring with you and you look at me you'll know it's all over. You aren't anything anymore. Just another giant looking to keep his name in the spotlight by any means.
So peace to you bruh cuz I ain't goin' anywhere."
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I stand in the middle of the gym I frequent which belongs to Brad Kane in his giant home. He doesn't charge me anything so I love it. After glancing at the ring I look at the floor waiting for my best friend to exit out the the small locker room. I hear Eric "Red" McLean's voice echo back to me while I stand.
Red: Do I really have to do this?
Dexter: Yeah, you do. How else am I going to get the right idea when facing that lump of junk on Sunday?
Red: Right...
I'm honestly trying not to laugh right now as Eric exits out of the locker room with one of those suits that give you fake muscles. It looks hilarious on him while he pretty much is hating me right now. I hop into the ring and jump back and forth watching him trying to enter.
Dexter: Problems?
Red: Just a little bit. Why am I even doing this for you anyways...?
Dexter: Because you're my best friend.
He sighs and gets into the ring now. I wait for him to stand before dropkicking him down to the mat. Eric finds himself in a turtle like state of mine. I help Red back to his feet before whipping him into the corner.
Red: Would you stop for a moment? This feels really weird. I mean I can hardly move in this thing.
Dexter: That's pretty much the whole point. You'll move like Jackhammer will. You've seen him right?
Red: Yeah. Looks like he's on the gas.
Dexter: That's the one.
Kinda sad when Eric doesn't even watch this promotion and can manage to figure out who Jackhammer is. Still I don't get why he doesn't as there is good stuff to be had in nCw. Oh well.
Dexter: I don't think I'll be able to use the MDF. He's too large so I'll have to stick to hit and run, use the skies and so on.
Red: Pretty much. His big moves are easy enough to counter. You've had plenty of practice at the Wrestling Factory against those two certain moves.
Dexter: That I have. As did you.
Yeah Eric and I became friends while training. Helped we shared a common interest that we've both stopped since.
Red: I'm sure if you manage to get him down Freya's Wish will end the giant's night pretty well.
Dexter: Yep. Although I'm not too sure how to get him down in the first place. I'll figure out something before Sunday evening.
Eric nods at me as I take a look at the clock hanging on the wall.
Dexter: Damn man I gotta get going. Flight leaves tonight. Freya and I thank you and Sadie for lookin' after the kids while we're gone this weekend.
Red: Hey you'd do the same thing for Sadie and I so it's nothing huge. Just good luck against Jackhammer and try not to get hurt.
Dexter: Thanks man.
I shake his hand and decide to dropkick him again. Eric hits the mat with that suit on and kicks around trying to get back up. I head out of the ring with a smile on my face while Eric begins to yell.
Red: Get back here and help me you jackass!
Dexter: Hey I won't be helping Jackhammer up. Gettin' into the mind set bruh. Peace.
I head out the gym and fully intended to beat Jackhammer on wired before moving onto better things. Much better things then having to spend time on a man who no one will ever manage to give two hoots about. That's how life works though. I'm ready for this.
Now the funny thing is I woke up from this dream, glanced to my left to see Freya cuddled up against me like she always does and realized that my nightmare was Jackhammer's life. To be trapped in this life of walking around with a sense of entitlement and a false thinking of his in-ring ability to be far greater then what it is. Not too sure why this guy is so angry.
He might deny taking the gas but he's getting so mad over a few little jokes that it does in fact lead me to believe he's on the juice. I've known guys on steroids and you can swear up and down that you're not on them but you are. No one gains that size of mass working out naturally even with enough protein. The sooner you admit you're on the stuff the better it'll be for everyone else around you.
But then again with someone as much pride in themselves would never allow anyone to see a weakness. Weakness is a sign of not being a real man and that's the world you live in. You put on a tough face, lift a few weights and go stink it up in the ring while thinking you're best in the world. You do these promos where you act like I'm a ten year veteran of the sport. I probably have a grand total of less then twenty five matches under my belt.
How can someone manage to be complacent when I'm still trying to find my footing in a rough business. I'm accepting of my spot because I don't feel like I have in any say in what should go in right now. Being young if I went to Mr. Fox or whoever decided to put me against you I'd get blasted for being a cocky prick by my peers and my legion of fifteen fans. Yeah my fan club has grown a little bit. Very happy about that.
It just baffles me Jackhammer. How can you claim to be a dominante force in professional wrestling when your style screams generic. You're boring to even listen to. It's the same old crap I've heard people talk about for years on end about how they'll take their opponent out of the business and blah. People like you are a dime a dozen Jackhammer. They could pick up any random guy and make him to look like you.
Could easily handle what you do in the ring. So why and how are you trying to tell me you're something special when you're clearly not. You are what people hate about wrestling. So many people hate the slow, plodding monster with a limited ability to get the crowd going. You can yell and throw your arm into the air listening to the crowd go mild with excitement.
This match on Wired is my showcase against you. It's not the other way around. You've given me nothing what so ever. So stop acting like it should be a friggin' honor to be in the ring with you when it's not. There's a reason why not a single person asked where was Jackhammer when you were gone. I've been watching this company since it's start because I was a huge mark for one of the guys that originally joined the roster.
I kept watching and watching. I remember watching your segments and your "legendary" matches against Jason Evans and falling asleep on the couch waiting for them to finish. There is nothing about you, Jackhammer, that will ever set you apart from the pack. I have a chance to become something big in this industry. Sunday night is my showcase on Wired to show that I can slay the boring as hell giants.
So comeback with your I'm gonna shove my foot up your ass lines because once I'm in that ring with you and you look at me you'll know it's all over. You aren't anything anymore. Just another giant looking to keep his name in the spotlight by any means.
So peace to you bruh cuz I ain't goin' anywhere."
-----
I stand in the middle of the gym I frequent which belongs to Brad Kane in his giant home. He doesn't charge me anything so I love it. After glancing at the ring I look at the floor waiting for my best friend to exit out the the small locker room. I hear Eric "Red" McLean's voice echo back to me while I stand.
Red: Do I really have to do this?
Dexter: Yeah, you do. How else am I going to get the right idea when facing that lump of junk on Sunday?
Red: Right...
I'm honestly trying not to laugh right now as Eric exits out of the locker room with one of those suits that give you fake muscles. It looks hilarious on him while he pretty much is hating me right now. I hop into the ring and jump back and forth watching him trying to enter.
Dexter: Problems?
Red: Just a little bit. Why am I even doing this for you anyways...?
Dexter: Because you're my best friend.
He sighs and gets into the ring now. I wait for him to stand before dropkicking him down to the mat. Eric finds himself in a turtle like state of mine. I help Red back to his feet before whipping him into the corner.
Red: Would you stop for a moment? This feels really weird. I mean I can hardly move in this thing.
Dexter: That's pretty much the whole point. You'll move like Jackhammer will. You've seen him right?
Red: Yeah. Looks like he's on the gas.
Dexter: That's the one.
Kinda sad when Eric doesn't even watch this promotion and can manage to figure out who Jackhammer is. Still I don't get why he doesn't as there is good stuff to be had in nCw. Oh well.
Dexter: I don't think I'll be able to use the MDF. He's too large so I'll have to stick to hit and run, use the skies and so on.
Red: Pretty much. His big moves are easy enough to counter. You've had plenty of practice at the Wrestling Factory against those two certain moves.
Dexter: That I have. As did you.
Yeah Eric and I became friends while training. Helped we shared a common interest that we've both stopped since.
Red: I'm sure if you manage to get him down Freya's Wish will end the giant's night pretty well.
Dexter: Yep. Although I'm not too sure how to get him down in the first place. I'll figure out something before Sunday evening.
Eric nods at me as I take a look at the clock hanging on the wall.
Dexter: Damn man I gotta get going. Flight leaves tonight. Freya and I thank you and Sadie for lookin' after the kids while we're gone this weekend.
Red: Hey you'd do the same thing for Sadie and I so it's nothing huge. Just good luck against Jackhammer and try not to get hurt.
Dexter: Thanks man.
I shake his hand and decide to dropkick him again. Eric hits the mat with that suit on and kicks around trying to get back up. I head out of the ring with a smile on my face while Eric begins to yell.
Red: Get back here and help me you jackass!
Dexter: Hey I won't be helping Jackhammer up. Gettin' into the mind set bruh. Peace.
I head out the gym and fully intended to beat Jackhammer on wired before moving onto better things. Much better things then having to spend time on a man who no one will ever manage to give two hoots about. That's how life works though. I'm ready for this.